My nervous system telling my leg to shake...
My knee almost to the point of clenching; locking...
I'm left alone
To deal with problems on my own...
Every time i look at my bare hand,
i try to catch hold the flowing sand...
I stand and observe
this world that was my home...
I've got my writing touch back, I lost it a while...
Once I finally stepped over something to write...
I'm stuck in a room with one spiny chair that...
When the chair makes it's shrill cry when I spin...
I woke up this morning forgetting where I was,
And that's when I started thinking to myself...
Pure dawn our time has come
The setting of the sun has...
Tall and yet short almost everyday,
Clumsy, tripping over all the chairs...
Unhappiness,
It is negative...
This piece and others i write like this are all...
Blood expresses how i feel
Broken is my heart of steel...