A man stands in a crowd
Holding a box of regrets...
Happiness is the pill
We take to go to sleep...
I wished upon a falling star
And saw it tumble down...
Clear!
A yell...
Skin like clay,
Eyes sealed tight...
I wish I was free
to run so far...
I'm just a little girl
with depression in my heart...
It is a game
One that each of us are thrown into...
Whose that girl,
That I see...
Dear Mom,
I know you're reading this because you are so damn...
The hurt
The pain...
I dream about the sight of your eyes
how you must have looked in the night...