You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

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

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

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

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

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

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,

I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…

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