Dream out loud .

tell her something true when all she’s known are lies.

tell her God loves her. tell her about forgiveness,

the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made

to dance in white dresses. all these things are true

— to write love on her arms

i don’t mean to hurt you by saying that. i say it because i think it is only fair that i be honest with you before we begin. i hope you appreciate this because no on will be fair or honest with you from here on out. so again, i’m telling you right now: you will never be happy. i’ve put it in…