i am a whirlwind of rain on a hydrophobic world, an angel
of death scraping by like a vulture, picking at skin and bone
and leaving scratches on doors and blood puddles on floors
my blindness is as translucent as a jellyfish's sight, my mind
is shattered, and my memory is coming back slowly, piece by
brittle piece, and the emergency exits are sealed against me
so i travel in concentric circles trying to find a way out of this
labyrinth, only to catch the waters attention and grasp me by
the throat and gag me unconscious, only to see black afterward
i'm living each day through my mistakes, and making up for
it with cold revenge with haphazard patterns, abstract words,
and navigation through uncharted waters where i've drowned
not only everybody else, but myself, in this complete denial

- kra

Why do im blame myself. For having no friends?
No boyfriend?
Or girlfriend?
No one.. Wonderful to hug me.
Tell me im beautiful...
It could just be my face, weird. Ugly.
Or maybe its my clothes.
That don't fit right.
Or maybe the hair?
My voice?
My laugh?
The way I walk?
Maybe its because I don't look like these girls.
Long hair.
Thin body's.
Tall.
Is it because I don't show enough skin?
Or is it these scars?
That cover my arms, tell a story of my past.
Why is it, that I am so alone.
Never get told im beautiful.
Never get hugged.
Maybe its my fault..
Maybe I need to change...

if you told a baby bird
he couldn't fly
he'd walk around
and wonder why
left foot right foot
left foot right
a flightless bird
envys a kite
to let the world
determine fate
is wearing the nose ring
that bulls seem to hate