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

Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me

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

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

He touched my knee (now I’m in lo… No time for breath ('cause I’m in… He likes my hair (now I’m so lost… No time for speed ('cause I’m in… He gave me truth (now I’m so free…

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,

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,

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

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

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

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

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth