please don’t say I look beautiful.
please say something I can hold on to...
Pirouetting
Another blade...
it doesn't feel like a cut
it's an ache that hurts down to the core of my...
She's proud of herself
But she won't tell you why...
Desperation
Escapes my...
Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...
If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
Lonely and cold I
torture myself because my...
Depressed,
feeling futile...
I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so...
The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...
What happens to pain
that never dissolves...