It Gives Me Strength To Have Somebody

If That Happens Again Someone's Gonna Get Shot.... With An Arrow Of Love!

Your Stockings Prove Your Virtues. Be Certain They Are Clean And Free Of Tears.

I Cut Myself Because You Wouldn't Let Me Cry. I Cried Because You Wouldn't Let Me Speak. I Spoke Because You Wouldn't Let Me Shine. I Shone Because I Thought You Loved Me.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased, But Crayon Is Forever.