I hear you talk to her
and its drives me crazy...

So many thoughts
so hard to control...

Now i lay me down to sleep
prey the lord my soul to keep...

The broken glass lay on the floor
out for the world to see...

This poem my good friend tyler had written. not...

This poem i wrote when i was 13, i was in a...

She's running
so far away from here...

I miss his lips, his touch
his eyes, his voice, so very much...

I walk down this broken path
the story of my life...

This feels right, no matter what they say
i would never have thought that there'd come a day...

Something i cant begin to explain
this life i live, only in shame...

I'm sad, confused
twisted and used...