"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...

I never understood what I was,
I never was able to write that easy...

Writers,
We all have the same purpose...

Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...

Granted my writing has hit a lot of lows,
It also has quite a few highs...

Sitting alone,
Silently screaming...

Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...

Here we are,
Just me, myself, and I...

I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...

Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...

"I love you",
"I promise I'll never let you go...

What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...