I know a boy who is afraid to feel,
because feeling means pain,
and pain is something he is far too accustomed to.
I know a girl who has an obcession with car accidents
ever since she found herself with a front row seat to
the destruction of her viciously grinning chariot.
And I know a boy who tries his hardest to forget
that shotgun had his name etched
and his tombstone was on the cutting slab.
I know a girl who can't support herself with her bad leg,
but knows he can catch her with his weak hand.
I know a girl who pretends to be strong,
but, Sweetie, strength is something a little less obtainable.