• I am a helpless soul.
    If souls weren't indivisble, mine would be shattered like broken glass
    I am sad underneath everything.
    My tears are just like air to me.
    I cry and it's easy
    I cry and I do not care who sees.
    what I care for is a small list,
    a majority of which are dead.
    My kitty is gone, and so is my Grand-Dad.
    There's Mommy Aunt Patty and more,
    of all whom have been at deaths door.


    It's hard to put it into words.
    It's hard to put it into thoughts.
    But I have feelings,
    everybody around has feelings.
    And people get sad at times.
    I may seem a perky-happy girl to you,
    but sadness rules my world.

    I write a song I cry,
    I write a story, I scream.
    I seem idiotic,
    but my life is empty.
    My life is invisible.
    And all there is to show my existance,
    is my tears.