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

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,

Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

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

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?

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

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

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

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…