Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

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

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

Dignity is death.

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,

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

Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times

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

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

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

If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?

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

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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,