Ironic I was begging a day ago,
Feeling the winds shift around,
But somehow I knew you’d show,
And attempt to dampen my sound,

I knew you’d uncover that husk,
I knew you’d sing some new lie.
Instead of prepping, I was having fun,
And when I read that line,
    I thought I’d die.

I thought you were gone months ago,
But I knew I was ******* wrong,
Somehow I knew the monster’d show,
And for some reason, I’m writing this song,

What makes you think you can barge in,
What makes you think I’ll even notice,
You should know when I spoke of skin and sin,
Your husk of black was not the focus,
    You’re so ferocious.

Comparing yourself to angels is low,
    Even for you,
Decomposing such beauty is low,
    Even for you,
And noticing my poem is low,
    Even for you,
But I’ll always stand tall when I’m low,
    Even when it’s against you...
CAUSE I’M STRONGER
    THAN THE OTHERS!
YOU WON’T BREAK ME,
    I CAN’T BLEED!
TURN AND WALK AWAY,
    WHY MUST YOU STAY?!
IT’S OVER CAN’T YOU SEE,
    LEAVE ME BE!

I Hope You Run With Scissors, I Hope You Stub Your Toes, I Hope You Spill Your Glass Of Milk.

-July 17th 2013