With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

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

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,

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.

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

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.