Love to live,
and live to be free

She thinks i can't see the smile that she's faking,
the poses for pictures that aren't being taken.

You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound

People keep going away from me, that hurts.

I don't think anyone else in the world ever had a child and thought 'now i have something i can hit'

I'd like to go traveling. Leave you behind to worry. I'll send postcards with strange stamps and tantalizing messages on the back. "Later maybe." "Nevermore..."

I have this hope about you, this image of who you are. And I’m wrong because you have failed on every occasion to live up to my expectations.

I’m invisible and inaudible

No matter how hard you grab onto something you still lose it.

I’m the most charming wounded person you ever met.