She hold her hands to the sky,
Frustrated and all alone...
I can't look in the mirror anymore.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have eyes...
Crawling on the floor
screaming in pain...
She cries tears at night,
thick and dark they flow like a river...
Riley.
One of the things I can't describe...
Sometimes the people closest to you bring you...
Not up...
I wake up every day with a shred of
hope, that my path will be embellished...
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
" Sit up straight, don't slouch! "
Words always spoken by the proper grouch...
I hate myself. There I said it. Not just because I...
How long do you think you an stay near that kind...
It is a painful reality and a painful truth,
The weight of the world is on your shoulders as if...
And she cries big crimson tears of pain,
as the blood driped to her palm...