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
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
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,
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
The devil’s in my midst.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
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,
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.