I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.