If a poets weapon against the world is it's pen,
then why couldn't i help you...

Nobody knows how i feel,
there are few to whom i can reveal...

When i pull my hair with distress
i think of me in a blood stained dress...

I watch the black hole
i want to jump in...

Hear your tear drops on the phone,
ringing when your on your own...

If i was in trouble
and didn't know what to do...

Time goes way too quickly
past goes so fast, its misty...

I wish i could tell you how i feel,
that constant fear of rejection...

I can smell it.
it surrounds me...

I had love for you when
you were broke...

Trees, birds, seas and flowers ,
so beautiful i could sit and stare for hours...

People dying,
lovers crying...