When you live in a world so lonley so dark you sit on a swing alone at midnight n a park. You walk along side a road where all the plants die as you get close. Were your sitting in a corner reading old love notes. In a world were your tear drops are black and your worst nightmares come true. Were you can hardly trust even you. When you think you finally want to change but you get stepped on and put back in your place. In a world were your poems mean everything to you and the world means nothing... what do you do? You just want to find that one person who has something to say when you need to her it the most. You feel like a ghost in a world of black, like your not there you are just gone like that. All you want to do is fly, because you have no more tears left to cry. That one single person you thought cared, now hates you, and will be glad when you are not there.
