Clear the Rain:
The storm outside...
I feel at times like a failure ,
in no matter what I do...
So wut happens when u juss can't move on
lyfe just seems 2 long...
[ I was not raped!! I just wrote this poem about...
I want to play a game...
The phone lies still on the receiver
Yet, ironically, I hear her...
Another older poem...
She lies in her room looking at the ceiling,
She looks at her wrist...
Hey God, it's just me.
I hope you're out there long enough to see...
The tears come pouring down my face,
The salty water gently glistening on my skin...
This Christmas
Won't be any fun...
The thing that runs down my face every day,
The cold drop as it falls into my lonely hands...
It always happens to me.
No one else but me...