he doesnt know about the power he holds over meevery day he doesnt talk to me im sadevery night we dont talk i cry myself to sleepevery day we dont talk i have to hurt myselfand every day we are together it gets worseand worseand worseand worse
You noticed his grades went downYou noticed how angry he has gottenThen you took away everything he lovesYou noticed the scales sound every nightAnd how he always eats mint gumBut you didn’t do anythingYou noticed how quiet he has beenAnd his hair falling outWhy didn’t you say anything?Why didn’t you ask him if he is okay?“I didn’t realise”BullshitBut it's too lateAnd now he’s gone
only one of us is cryingand its not younow i have that bittersweet feeling when im texting youand its worse than evereverything reminds me of youeven only seeing the train makes me want to crythat bittersweet feelingwhen im glad i didnt break youbut still love you
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
VIWe lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.We see the things we do not yearn to seeAround us: and what see we glancing back?Lost hopes that leave our hearts upon the rack,Hopes that were never ours yet seem’d to be,For which we steer’d on life’s salt stormy seaBraving the sunstroke and the frozen pack.If thus to look behind is all in vain,And all in vain to look to left or right,Why face we not our future once again,Launching with hardier hearts across the main,Straining dim eyes to catch the invisible sight,And strong to bear ourselves in patient pain?IX