And the lonely player
Writes his aching heart...
I need to find myself
I need to find me...
The words in their hearts
Burn their mouths...
The portal to your soul is through your eyes,
That's why they are left cold and empty when you...
My throbbing head pounds, details all blurry.
Body racked by pain, hit a tree in my hurry...
Here's a photo of me at eleven,
Shining with life and innocence brightly...
Speak the truth,
Fight the lie...
I was fourteen when I got pregnant. I was scared...
Work hard, stay in school
dye your soul...
In 2001 a day we Remember,
The eleventh day of that September...
It's great when you're dreaming.
You don't know a thing...
Reading through other peoples writes ,
have given me so much inspiration...