But once again my mindIs flooded with all the thoughtsOf what I'm notPerfectSkinnyPrettyHappyAnd with each thoughtThere is another cutWith a wishOf finally being lovedBy someoneAnyoneMe.
She smokesHe cutsDifferent thingsBut for the same reasons.She's harmedOn the insideHe's harmedOn the out.Her skin hidesThe effectsLong sleevesHide his.With the disguisesShe can't see his painAnd he can't see hers.Their eyes tell
you see a girland you wonderwhy she has cuts on her wrist.you see a boyand you wonderwhy he has bags under his eyes.you see meand you just can't help but wonderwhy I have bruises all around my body.and I see humansbut I don't seehumanity
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --Gravitates within --Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --Bit it stir -- alone --Each -- its difficult IdealMust achieve -- Itself --Through the solitary prowessOf a Silent Life --Effort -- is the sole condition --Patience of Itself --Patience of opposing forces --And intact Belief --Looking on -- is the DepartmentOf its Audience --But Transaction -- is assisted
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air.To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the waterLike dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air:Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.