You wanted a boy
You got me
Were you happy
Of course not
I did all the right things
Took care of you
Didn't chase after boys
Rather, I chased my dreams
Made a name in the world
People I meet say- we are proud of you !
But you are ashamed .
I am still your worthless child
Just because I am a girl.

I’m struggling, I need a way to cope
Glide through my skin like paper
Smoke into my lungs, sweet vapor
You can only see my pain through a microscope

I used to draw on my arm all the time
Nothing big or elaborate
Just a triangle
One triangle
Then I wouldn’t hear the end of it
Everyone complaining
Ink poisoning
Future punk
What’s next, a motorcycle?
So I stopped
I stopped drawing that little triangle on my wrist
Right above my pulse point
But with it
I
Stopped
L I v I n g.
A triangle was supposed to be the strongest shape
It was supposed to make me strong
But I wasn’t even strong enough
To let it stay

my head is spinning
because im not winning
this battle in my head
i think im gonna be dead
my pain is taking over
my body's a little fuller

i have a box
within,
a message lies for you
these are the secret words
to open the box

when the sun rises
you and I will meet
and when the wind blows
you will know my hearts words

saokes my face
in a cold embrace
makes me laugh
its been a day and a half
of rain rain rain
ots sometimes a pain
but i love it!