Solitude I wear
      like a second skin
my biggest weakness
       my greatest strength
   wading through 
quiet and tired 
    in seclusion
 as dawn draws
    her arms around me 
cold       and damp
    like the sea
           with no oil
for my lamp
       to light my way
through another
      dark    and lonely
November day.

If kisses were raindrops,
I'd send you showers.
If hugs were seconds,
I'd give you hours.
If smiles were water,
I'd send you the sea.
And if love were a person,
I'd send you me.

I got a gift of butter, now
Good butter it was claimed to be
I don't think it was from a cow
And if it was, it cowed me

A beard was growing on the stuff
A goatish beard without a doubt
Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough
With poison juices seeping out

Ah, it was slick. ah, it was grey
I don't think any goat produced it
I had to face it every day
Oh, how I wish I had refused it

The salts a thing it never knew
In fact I'm sure they never met
It sprouted spots of green and blue
It made me ill. I'm not right yet

'Twas made of grease and wax and fat
And substances too vile to utter
You may be sure that after that
Ive rather lost the taste for butter

I am a loser
I never do anything right
It's always bad luck
I lose every fight

I'll never win
I'll never learn
There is no money
I'll ever earn

I know a lot
More than you'd think
It's because I listen
And remember
And you speak freely
Not caring if I hear

Because no one ever notices
The shadow of a girl
At the back of the classroom

"I just don't fit in,"

​I'm better off dead

"It's just a scratch,"

It hurt and it bled

"I'm just a little tired,"

I'm trying not to cry

"I'm fine, I promise,"

*I just want to die.