Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
