Colder than the snow on a mountain
His hearts a fiery flame...
My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...
If tomorrow never comes
would u still leave me alone...
Hold me by the hand
And never let me go...
Each of my cuts
has a story to tell...
My friend is a bulimic…
**I actually wrote this poem-about me. It’s...
Turn Around And Walk Away
We've Already Gone Too Far...
**This was writen after i got out of the hospital...
Do u know what its like to feel totaly alone...
Feelings from what happened in my 1st poem.
all those people that now know...
Nobody knows the silent screams in my soul.
The screams that no apology nor sympathy can...
Whenever we talk
I finally get my say...
Most thoughts come in waves,
Sometimes they sweep me under...