I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that no one saw...

I only ever thought that there were two kinds of...
The kind that you would kill for...

She ran to me.
Broken and hurting...

The worst kind of crying is the silent kind.
When you just can’t take it anymore and run into...

I’m not afraid of HEIGHTS, WATER, or LOVE...
I’m afraid of FALLING, DROWNING, and GETTING MY...

Oh my darling,
she made the weight of the world on her shoulders...

Sometimes, I’m quiet around you.
Not because I’m sad...

I’m not the girl that your mother warns you...
I won’t break your heart...

I notice almost everything. And I literally mean...

I’m not mad at you.
I’m mad at myself...

I think I hit the point in life.
Where I’m just done...

My words are raw. I am long past using flowery...