To Write Love On Her ArmsShe sits in the bathroom on top of the sink,She's crying her eyes out she's far too weak.She tries to forget everything they said,But every last word is still swirling in her head.She lets all the pain overflow to a knife.She cuts her wrist deeply, wants to give up her life.Around her friends she's always smiling,Pretending everything's fine.They don't really know her,The girl who's slowly dying.She always puts on a facade,Even though she is constantly crying.One day her friend sees her covering up her wrist,He reaches for her hand and asks her, "What's this?"She pulls away roughly and turns to the side,She wants to say something,But all she does is hide.He turns her around gently and lifts up her face,He looks in her eyes and says, "I'll keep you safe.I'll take away the pain that you feel in your heart.I'll always be here, we will never be apart."He picks up a pen and takes off the cap,He writes "love" on her wrist in a little gap."This word on your wrist don't
Is It Wrong?Is it wrong I want hold you?Tell you you're wrong?Cuddle you tightly in my arms?Is it wrong I want to kiss you?Tell you you're perfect?Let you know what you mean to me?Is it wrong that I want to see you?Tell you how much I care for you?Hold your hands in mine though they're shaking?Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?Tell you that to your face?Kiss you and never let you go?Is it wrong?
Slender Son I walk into the classroom, and immediately regret that this is the place I've chosen to come to. The room is filled with snooty rich prep kids. Every one of them watches as I pretend to shuffle my cane around a little bit. The story here is that I'm blind. It's worth it. Trust me. The teacher gets up from her seat behind the desk and walks over, "I'm here, I'm here." She looks like a tall woman, maybe 5'11", and I still tower over her by half a foot at least. And this, only at fifteen. She takes my free hand and leads me over to an open seat in the very front of the class. I frown, this probably won't work for long. My torso is thin, but very long, the people behind me won't be able to see anything. Hopefully I'll get moved to the back soon. But for the moment, that's where she sits me down. "Folks, settle down, now. This is our new student," she says in a shrill, rat