you tell me i'm crazy
you tell me i'm mad
you tell me i'm beautiful 

so it doesn't matter. 

i can’t 
breathe 

help me 
i can’t see 
there are 
arms 
wrapped around 
my body 
so i can’t 
breathe 

help me
i can’t move 
there are
chains 
tied around 
my feet 
and i can’t 
breathe 

help me 
my lungs are 
burning 
desperately 
begging 
my eyes are 
fading 
i can’t 

breathe 
help me 

“Marry me.” 

“No. And stop walking towards me. You’re not going to change my mind, Justin.” 

“Marry me, Cielle. Be my forever.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Don’t cross your arms at me. You know we are meant to be. You’re my person, Ci. You’re it.” 

“No. No, I’m not.” 

“Marry me.” 

“Justin! Stop it. This is ridiculous. You and I—we’ve been over for a long time.” 

“I refuse to believe that. You and I were broken for a little while, but it...

they say we don't matter no more 
we don't matter no more 
he got shot in the back
stabbed in the heart 
drawn and quartered 
and it don't matter
cause they say we don't matter 
no more 

but we're coming back from the dead 
rising up from beyond 
through the living 
we're coming back 
to fight 
to win 
we're coming back from the dead 
we're coming back from the dead

they say we don't matter no more 
we don't matter...

tell your lover a lie
tell your mother goodbye
you say you're too young to make up your mind 
to be tied forever 
you've got your whole life in front of your eyes
instead of growing up, you decide to 
tell your lover a lie
tell your mother goodbye 

love her?
leave her? 

why bother? 
the world 

has already 
destroyed her. 
 

You know how when you’re little, you believe your family’s invincible? Because, sure, your parents fight, but they love each other, right? Everyone argues and cries and has problems, but at the end of the day, you work through them; you’re still a family. 

Maybe when you get a little older you realize that parents don’t always stay together, but that’s definitely not your parents. Because even though it’s been a while since you’ve heard them say “I love you”...

I am
    the paint on her bedroom walls 
    the skin of the grapes on her side table 
    the robes of her majesty left thrown on the floor 

I am
    the bruises he made on her delicate skin 
    the broken earring laying on the stone tiles
    the lipstick smeared across her mouth 

I am 
    the blanket that shields her lifeless body from prying eyes
    the dried blood left under her fingernails
    the delicate daisies from her son sitting in a vase
...