He stole my hear
the day he was born...

That song makes me cry
every time I hear it...

I hate to be forcedinto silence
where everyone can hear your thoughts...

Sometimes i wonder
if god is a drunk...

I feel so ashamed
you tel me not to...

She walked to school every day
with her hair pulled back...

Is it okay
to e me...

Why do you feel so good
when I know...

Daddy came home today
but seeing him made me cry...

He ran his fingers through my hair
and told me...

I am here
but I am not...

Tears stream
down her face...