I been calling..
but, yall missed it.

By the time you get it,
I'll just be another statistic.

When on the sunniest days the darkests clouds are seen... show them a friendly smile or share a kind word, that'll help those clouds, to blow on by.

Will I be skinny enough as my bones turn to dust?

Healing is yours.

Here I will be crucified. In a world I was never meant for. A world who knows no truth.

Sometimes I just have to laugh at myself and say "I hate myself."

I'lll always be the one looking in

The hardest thing on the world is the view I have of myself

Who needs knives, i've got the last words you said to me... and they're as sharp as ever...

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not, no one ever really has.