There is a tightening
in my throat...
HELP ME I'M FINE
Hapless life like the wilting leaF...
Today I'm dreaming and by tomorrow everything has...
Why is there so much pain for me? Why is this life...
On a corner of a quiet street
a boy was lying with blood on his feet...
Don't lay a hand on her body
Don't break any skin...
Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...
Breathtaking memories
are falling fiercely...
The clock struck twelve,
time for the final call...
Resentment was all she had ever known before,
Living in the darkness of despair and of hate...
We stay in our beds with bad thoughts in our heads...
Amazing things can happen if we are willing to go...
It's funny how fragile flowers are
Yet we still play rough with them...
Scrubbing hands non stop,
using bleach and a hard brush...