I grabbed a string
And tied it around my neck
Made it tighter
And tighter
Until I couldn't breathe
Threw one end over my door
And pulled
I wear a red line on my neck
Almost had blue lips
Almost died
But my mom
Found me
And cut it off
I wish she never did

I can't find what I'm looking for
Still unsatisfied
American politics is hideous
George W. Lied

Maybe the Gulf of Mexico
Cannot be denied
I wish she would say:
He was one who tried.

Troubled soul
All mixed up
Teenage angst
In a broken cup.
Who am I.
What am I.
Troubled soul
Tears I cry.
Always wondering
Will I be free
Why why why
Why always me.