Like when I think about a puppy
Cute, loyal, cuddly
And also what it could look like
Run over
Or inside out
Or when I think about a flower
I see it wilting and dying

I went to my grandpa’s funeral
And I cried on the airplane over to El Salvador
Because the clouds were so beautiful
But I couldn’t cry at the funeral
Even though his body was all mangled
And there were stitches in his face

The same night in the town
Four kids got chopped up

There is a lot of weird twisted sh*t in my life
And stuff like mental abuse and being beaten

I’ve thought about killing myself
Once I held a knife to my own throat

I’m confused
Waiting to find a home