They say parents
should'nt have to bury their children...

I want to shake him
I want to hit him...

The kitchen;
Linoleum floors...

She’s shallow
she can’t think for herself...

White
the color of my skin...

Some nights I cling to his memory
because it's all I've got...

O love of mine,
Great leader of Rome...

Should I try again?
Or just keep my mouth shut...

I can't stop
and I know why...

I know its cliche
but I can't say it in any other way...

I cut myself last night.
It was no accident...

You leaned in
I pulled away as your fingers took hold of my chin...