Running around in circles with a pen and note book in my hand trying not to run from life.but confussing them helps

**Writting to escape***

Everybody can have an happy ending if u keep in mind i can FLY...

Sit in an empty life called nothing for no 1,waiting for someone to see mee,holding on to hope and waiting for fate to bring mee wut i wish for,cuz its all i want,its my dream

Sit in an empty life called nothing for no 1, feel everything cant make sence of it all, nothing is worken, no way, no why, no wut

I always hoped i die happy, that these hurtful times with tears that can not seem to drop, will dissapperar, but for this to happen i must keep trying, i have to make these tears drop, and belive my fear wont come true.

Poems r a way 2 make sence of all ur thoughts that r hard 2 tell.wut happens when all ur thoughts can be told with 1 word."WHY"

The strenght...i can give my self would be great..but its not great idea...but it could be in mind, but not body.

Love is suppose to be the best thing in life, but how can it be the best if ur always merisable, and never finding?

They found mee to fast with my guard down, i should of never left, now im back, guard up, there pushed away, and not coming back

Why Iam I falling so hard so Fast with something that cant happen, something that never can be, something i cant deal with