Sitting with my head in my hands,
letting my mind expand...

The fear of the punch,
no helmet but a skull...

So much sorrow at the time in my life,
why is there so much fighting...

I\'m happy,
cant believe i would be again...

He was my everything,
my air...

Another day in the life of me...
i don't know why people cant see...

Storm child,
torn child...

It was a sunny day in the yard,
when a boy came over from afar...

My happy thought of my child hood is my dad...
when my mum and dad split all i can remember is my...

*another poem 4 my mate hope you like it*
living on my own...

I'm here for you again,
i am now...

I have no faith,
in what i know...