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Another day, another dollar But I don't earn money... Eh, it's worth it I guess The sky can't listen...but I talk anyways Walking home in the rain now for a week The sky can't see me Not many do anymore...but they'll listen I'm pretty sure...but what of? The sanctuary of my room Promising me that it'll be okay "Just stay with me...he won't hurt you" Okay...just don't lock the door "But you don't get a lock..." Oh...nevermind then Inscence choke me and work the asthma But it's a good pain...the ones that put you to sleep Slumber comes with pain Back, ribs, stomach and heart Just don't breath and it'll go away

A Not So Beautiful Mourning [X:Jen Nolan:X] +~I don't care that I'm only three. +~But I care why you're in the ground. +~Why did you have to leave mommy and me? +~And why don't I ever see you around? +~They put you in a box that's real big. +~Me and mommy stepped up to pray and cry. +~A while later and dirt going in, can I help dig? +~Mommy held me close as she asks, "Why did you have to die?" +~Twelve years later dad, I'm all alone. +~Writting this, talkin' to him, in my room. +~Don't worry dad, I'm not on my own. +~I know I shouldn't leave, but I want to get there soon. +~This life is nice dad, but I don't treat it right. +~I

Hooked to you By: Jen Nolan I just heard from you last night I was so happy, I could have taken flight You said my voice was nice After that, we called twice Many hours we spent, talking on the phone It made me feel that I wasn't alone You said you loved me, that you would come up I didn't know what I would say, maybe, "What's up?" You told me you bought your ticket, later that day I felt really bad, so I offered to pay You declined and packed up your things But we never would have guessed what the future brings I stayed awake that night, anxious to see your face I heard my phone ring and my heart began to race I t

Roses and Smoke "Mom, please let that smoke out." She asked her mom with a choke Her mom let in the cold, out the warm She watched the evil flow away, the smoke Her mom had always smoked She'd been going at it for years now She always was with her mom to get some more But the question still haunted her "How mom? How?" Saturday afternoon, nice and warm The first snow came down that night A nice little pair, mom and daughter But no one wanted the fight "Come on, I need another pack." She said to her daughter grabbing the keys They got in the cold and dark car Looking through the frost, she saw the trees In large

The Happiest Lie By: Jen Nolan 11/21/05 It ended when she was eleven But it all started when she was seven All the blood and the marks Things sometimes went very dark "It's nothing" she would say to her friend The questions soon began to end Relief on the inside, but not on the outside The pain continued because she lied All the questions should have been protective But the pain was certainly was selected In the night, all alone She would cry and moan He would always hurt her in the night Even if there wasn't a fight "Please daddy, I love you" But on the inside it was, "The love should come from you." "I need