Sometimes Little Things Hurt..
No Reply from your Love ones...
Entering school this year
With scars all over me...
Fools!i call you fools!
you are blinded with pride...
It's just another masquerade;
she's perfected them all too well...
They all took my hand, shook it
told me their names and where they were from...
Underlying feelings surface and rage like a tidal...
Sensitive moments disperse, leaving only boiling...
To my Grandparents,
Wherever you are...
Fly from this earth,
that's what she crossed her fingers for...
At night, when I'm all alone, my breath comes...
As I finally let the tears I hide flow free...
I tore open my chest
Letting my heart pour out...
In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
She lost me today,
I ran far away...