I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

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

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

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.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.

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

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

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

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.

You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.