Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
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…
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
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,
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
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 a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.