Sticks and stones break my bones
But words unspoken kill me...

Therapy
wallow alone...

When I said I hate you
I wanted to say I love you...

There's more than one way to spell out shame
Not just with letters and signs...

This home is only a home in name
My heart, thousands of kilometers away...

I reach only to fall
Try as I might...

I've made a mess of things again
my feelings like the clothes on my floor...

Your glances say more than your lips could compose
The saddened and the darkened undertones...

Can you see my soul?
Through the windows in my skin...

Her pale skin glows in the dark
Sitting at the edge of her bed...

You're too short, too tall
Too Fat, too small...

Tenderly reaching down to meet the hand upturned
Scooping up a vision of happiness...