On the day her body burned she asked the winds to be her friends and they picked her up and poured her through the fingers of their hands like a river without ending that won't be tied or bound, until every trace of dust embraced the freedom it had found.
My parents Tell me to look upward To find god My therapist Tells me to look inward To find a cause So I'm left here Answering every multiple choice question With "C guys, I'm fine" Because it's easier to pretend That life is perfect Than deal with the fact that their efforts are worthless