Poems from Nothingactually

The worst thing about about it? I wake up sad, and I go to school sad, I leave school sad, and then I finally go to bed sad. And then I...
What is the point?  If the money drowns out all of our voices What do we do? If our brothers and sisters are being shot dead around us Well...
This is no kissing scars Flowers don’t grow where you bleed Things like that don’t happen At least not when you’re me
The night sky cried with me And some of the heartache faded away
If tears were blood I could finally get what I want