Poems from oliviah
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you want to be?"
"Pick right now, at only eighteen."
I don't know the answers
Maybe I never will
I want...
I never thought my sexuality
The way I love
Would become the center of my world
It would be the sun around which I revolve
I didn't think...
He doesn't have too many friends
Then again, it's a small school
None of us have too many friends
But he doesn't have too many friends
And...
Bones rattling
It's just two words
Why are they so hard to spit out?
Skin dripping
Isn't this what you've been wanting?
Haven't you wanted...
You cut your wrists
To cut your life short
You swallow the pills
To swallow your fear
You stop your breath
To stop the pain
The cold water...