A cut is a cut
no matter what you call it...

I'm the shiver in the night
that you thought was from the cold...

I've tired so hard to stand on my own
But I've grown so weak...

Sometimes there just aren't words to express
The deep down emptiness...

The ties binding our souls
Stretch between life and death...

my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...

Somehow I made it
to another year...

Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...

Some things never change
I just want you to know...

Sometimes being 'strong'
Means having the courage to ask for help...