The day I heard the words that I never dreamed of...
And Carrying the Burden I dreamed of Carrying...
Hold back my tears,
And try not to cry...
It was a warm august day,
mom had gotten a phone call and all i heard made...
Let me go to a better place
For there will be birds flying...
She cut faster and faster as the her body felt...
she hated the fact that every1 thought she was...
**I Wrote This When I Got Inspired By Another Poem...
He was always there for her...
Burnt soldiers not allowed to cry their tears,
Dying releases all their fears...
Could you hold my hand for just a little while?
This rickety breathing is beginning to slow down...
Sometimes you feel lonely.
Sometimes you feel sad...
~Sitting in these florecent lighted rooms
because of my self~inflickted wounds...
+I fell to the ground in my room
Just thinking of my new inflickted wound...
Hurting I don't think you know the meaning of what...
The pain of your heart screaming out...