What can I do?
I'm hurting...
The light bleeds through the door
and your life before you flashes...
A poets dreams are heard by the wind
tears of pain stream from the face...
Her beauty is known
By anyone but her...
Shes twelve years old
shes cold and alone...
These feelings inside of me, I just can't seem to...
Because I just can't pretend anymore, it hurts too...
I feel it rise in my throat
It's the coming of new tears...
..so help me please, for I am lost
I seek a bridge and need to cross...
If you see me
Weak...
There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...
You blanket me and refuse to leave
So rude and unwelcome...
Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...