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

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

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

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

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?

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

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed