It Doesn't Hurt. Nothing Hurts Except The

I Am Learning How To Be Angry And Sad And Lonely And Joyful And Excited And Afraid And Happy.

Can't Escape Pain, Kiddo. Battle Through It And You Get Stronger.

Sometimes Being An Adult Means Doing The Right Thing, Even If It's Not What You Want.

I Wonder How Long It Would Take For Anyone To Notice If I Just Stopped Talking.

Used To Be That My Whole Body Was My Canvas-hot Cuts Licking My Ribs, Ladder Rungs Climbing My Arms, Thick Milkweed Stalks Shooting Up My Thighs.