What if tomorrow is our last day?
What if tomorrow we saw nothing but gray?
What if there was nothing left in this world but fear?
What would we say? What would we do?
A Child's Walk Home
(I DID NOT WRITE THIS! THIS IS FROM CHAPTER 6 IN THE BOOK DELIRIUM BY LAUREN OLIVER!)
Mama, Mama, help me get home
I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own.
They never saw it in her eyes.
The way her body is despised.
She cut it up the sides.
Wore long sleeves to hide.
My ache for you swallows me whole
On the outside I am cold
My face smooth as if I feel no pain
But on the inside my feelings are no longer caged