If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
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 feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
She has the piece that holds it al… What was revealed to her came slow… When it all comes together, it’s l… When it all falls apart, it’s dead… One little lie can tear a family a…
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Dignity is death.
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
