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

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

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…

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

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

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

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,

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

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

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

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,