Have you ever heard the stories of Jonestown?
Of a preacher so horrid he killed all around...

My history is extensively famous
Known by those who are near and far...

Today is a holiday and that is all
Today is no more and no less...

Sad rain is poetically silent yet also loud
It whispers on the surface but inside it screams...

Take a deep breath and soar
Way up high over beautiful shore...

Who am I but an individual being?
I am small and young, yet I am seeing...

Dead to me
What do these words mean...

Fibro; tissue
Myalgia; pain in the muscles...

Some spend years wallowing in emotion
Scared, they are depressed with devotion...

Sneaking thoughts crawled unseen within me
Waiting for the moment when they would be set free...

They just assumed it was like every other day
That she wanted to die but she'd be okay...

They whispered hushed conversations
As they quietly voiced their temptations...