Is it so bad to want a boy?
One to call me beautiful...

I hate looking in the mirror when i search so deep...

Its like im blinded from the world in front of me...

Put me at ease take me in your arms and hold me...
don't leave my sight...

I wait for the day that i can breathe on my own
where i dont look to you for oxygen...

Stomp, crush the sounds of my heart
and the ripping is from when you tore it apart...

She bites her lip the blood oozes into her mouth...

Its sad i can write about finding love and saying...
when i myself can not relate and don't know what...

In the midst of winter, the ground swallows us up.
The sky is grey and the birds fly south...

Looking around
bright light blinding me...

Your words clutter me
like a room with no windows...

November
cold and distraught...