Expressions rage cross my face
while fingers tap away on counter tops...
Let me tell you a story
About a sweet, young boy...
My head hurts
My stomach hurts...
I want to help people
I don't want people to be hurt...
Just because you don't feel what I feel doesn't...
Just because you don't understand what it's like...
We're friends still.
After everything...
Is all she asks
As she lies here...
My scars tell a story
Of what my mouth can not...
2 AM, the only time you break me down so perfectly
until there is nothing uneven running through my...
To say you are missed
is an understatement...
I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...
"Mommy, what is to die?"
"To die is to go away"...