People say my poetry is great
but really its full of hate
its like a gift
that i gotta deal with
but sometimes it makes me drift
in2 a world of myth
no pain or sorrow
happy days r always tomorrow
no more hurt or depression
just ur needed attention
Natalie i need u so much
but we hardly keep in touch
i'm scare 2 speak
cuz u make me so weak
in my world of myth
i find the emotional lift
but then reality hits
and all i can do is sit
and pray about this ####
