We Are Like A Wishing Well And

I Read On The Internet That I Was Dead.

I Got Into Therapy In The Fifth Grade Because I Said In A Sarcastic Way That I Was Going To Kill Myself, And They Didn't Get It Then. Nothing's Changed.

Now I Feel Like Whatever I Do, No One Can Hurt Me. I Cannot Be Violated, I Cannot Be Humiliated, I Cannot Be Disregarded, I Cannot Be Disrespected.

I Used To Get A Shiver If I Thought About Holding Balloons, Because I Was Scared Of Floating Away.

What Will An Angel Say That The Devil Wants To Know?