We look at life like a child looks at a tree,
Life is an ongoing adventure filled with problems...

I see children walking down the street with...
Hatred infects their parents’ hearts, and...

As I slowly drift into some unknown emotional...
All I can do is anticipate when you will walk...

“Don’t do it…
DO NOT DO IT...

Oh, what a night…
It was nothing but a fight...

Sitting here feeling…
Lost, confused, lonely...

“The answers to life’s questions,
Are closer than you think...

“Mom where is dad?”
My seven year old voice speaks...

"Press Down!"
The blade went deep...

Falling slowly out of sight is my once happy...
Assuming it will all just pass over, knowing it...

The blood oozes out…
carrying all my pain with it...

You think that you know me.
Like you can take one look at me...