I cried out to God, And There was silence.

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…

You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

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,

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth