I Wanted To Pull Down A Book,

He Says A Million Things Without Saying A Word. I Have Never Heard A More Eloquent Silence.

There Is Nothing Wrong With Me. These Are Really Sick People, Sick That You Can See.

I Want To Tell Him That It's Just A Stupid Car, But Bits Of Me Are Scattered All Over Town; The Graveyard, School, Cassie's Room, The Motel, And Standing In From Of The Sink In My Mother's Kitchen. It Takes Too Much Energy To Gather All The Bits Together, So I Just Sit There And Watch Him Implode.

I Am Locked Into The Mirror And There Is No Door Out.

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.