I’m pretty easy to love without my makeup on I’m pretty easy to talk to without a song I’m pretty easy to approach without any drama I’m pretty easy to ask if I want to belong
It’s pretty easy to want to be my friend It’s pretty easy to comprehend It’s pretty easy to do without the trauma It’s pretty easy to the bitter end
It’s pretty easy to walk in the light I’m pretty easy to talk to in the night It’s pretty easy to make it all so hard It’s not so easy to make it right
It’s pretty easy to make you go away To hide away from the pain It’s not so pretty to stay so sane It’s pretty easy to take flight It’s pretty easy for you to see me again at my burial site
It’s pretty easy to make me go away It’s not so easy to stay
my son was devastated to hear that a young girl killed herself because she was being bullied by a boy who liked her! He asked me for a poem to reflect her life and here it is... for her, for him...