You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
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 had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
