* I wrote this poem on my birthday (march 25th)*
This day has been filled with birthday wishes...
During the night I sit and weep,
thinking about my life, I don't make a peep...
"It wasn't your fault"
The words follow me wherever I go...
Hey can you tell me
Whats wrong with this picture...
D ~ Devoid of any feeling, a deep and dark hole
When you feel you have no purpose, your lost...
As i lie in bed each night
i think about you and all the good times...
Dear Daddy,
I waited for you to come home...
Screaming, ranting, drilling into my mind,
Searching, pleading, wanting to die...
He cried out for help, no one was there,
nobody listened, they didn't care...
The knife cut hard,
the knife cut deep...
Her face is very blank,
Doesn't give away a thing...
As I cry from inside
With all the tears that I hide...