If I Burn, You BurnAm I so worthless to youso that you can cause methis damagethis lossthis sorrowthis pain?Am I so stupidso that you think thatI won't noticeI will just brush it offI will walk awayI will let myself bare through this?Am I so afraidso that I won'tr e b e lc o m p l a i nl i efind ways to escape this horror?You can call meworthlessstupidafraidBut I am none of those things.It's time for me to hit back.I will stand up forwhat matters.I matter.Do not try to say otherwise.And even if you send mechaoshatehungerashesangerI will still fight.And I will win.[Bet you haven't heard that before.]And in the endthere will be nothing left of you.You will bejust a memory.A sick,uglymemory.You will see that thisthisis not a way of life.And maybe then,when it's too lateyou'll see thatwhen I burn,you burn.
But love? Oh, shoot, no.I can get myself up in the morningI can take a pictureI can dance if I wantBut love?Oh, shoot, no.I can tie my shoesI can sing a songI can jump in puddlesBut love?Oh, shoot, no.I can curl my hairI can solve algebraI can make you laughBut love?Oh, shoot, no.I can read a bookI can sew on a buttonI can put on mascaraBut love?Oh, shoot, no.I can make a necklaceI can take good notesI can draw a pictureBut love?Oh, shoot, no.I can get good gradesI can be responsibleI can bake a decent cakeBut love?Oh, shoot, no.Honey,I can do whatever I please.But when it comes to youand loveOh, shoot, no.
A Tribute To My SisterI have replayed that night in my head over and over againWishing it awayHoping to wake upShaking my head ind i s b e l i e fThinking of what I could have done to changeit all.But just because I hopedoesn't meanGod will give you back.That's thec r u e l t yof my world.PillowsF L Y I N Gandparents screaming."WHERE IS SHE?!"Then we sawyou.Layingbreathlesson the mattress.That stupidSTUPIDmattress.It saidit wouldn't leaka i r.But it did. You rolledstruggledCOULDN'T BREATHEand thenyour heartSTOPPED. Mom swears sheheard the lastbeat.What hurts the mostis rememberingholding youonlyh o u r sbefore.Then you were gone.For monthsafterI was depressed.I did not want tomoveeatspeak.I was angrywithGodMyselfM