My Experiences With Violence In Schools Still

I Sit Before Flowers Hoping They Will Train Me In The Art Of Opening Up I Stand On Mountain Tops Believing That Avalanches Will Teach Me To Let Go I Know Nothing But I Am Here To Learn.

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean, Realize That Every Dark Cloud Is A Smokescreen Meant To Blind Us From The Truth

I Was Never Meant To Be This Thing.

I'm Not The Only Kid Who Grew Up This Way, Surrounded By People Who Used To Say That Rhyme About Sticks And Stones, As If Broken Bones Hurt More Than The Names We Got Called, And We Got Called Them All. So We Grew Up Believing No One Would Ever Fall In Love With Us, That We'd Be Lonely Forever, That We'd Never Meet Someone To Make Us Feel Like The Sun Was Something They Built For Us In Their Toolshed. So Broken Heartstrings Bled The Blues, And We Tried To Empty Ourselves So We'd Feel Nothing. Don't Tell Me That Hurts Less Than A Broken Bone...

I've Been Shot Down So Many Times, I Get Altitude Sickness Just From Standing Up For Myself.