The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

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

The devil’s in my midst.

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 often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

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…

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

I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,

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.

Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that