In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

Dignity is death.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.