I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

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

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

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

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

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,

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

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.

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

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

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.