Be better, be stronger |
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...
fifth on my list
the look in your eyes begged for help...
Existence in essence
"Essential" until it's inconvenient...
my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...
Somehow I made it
to another year...
Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...
You know that heart crushing feeling, unable to breath |
Sometimes you just want to scream but when you try only a sigh escapes... |
If you strive for the taste of perfection, you'll certainly starve first. |