I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
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
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
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.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
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 find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
