22nd january
Sitting here waiting, debating...

Waves roll to the distant shore
An endless swell of power...

*The different sections are about different...
A door slams in the middle of the night...

I'm sick and tired of your daily insults
And your ways to put me down...

Tears cascade in their familiar pattern
As I'm left to taste the doubt...

Water flows through my burnt hands
As I sit here and think...

Why can't I have a heart of stone?
A heart of stone would not ache...

This smile i wear throughout the day
So warm, so soft and kind...

What's the point in writing this book
Full of sadness and hate...

Tears fill their empty space
Splashing down a cold wet face...

Faded Pictures
Black clouds race across the sky...

Why Me
Why should I be the one to suffer...