Somehow I find myself here
Surrounded by my fear...
It has stopped beating
it makes no sound...
There he is
Just standing there...
My heart is shattered
Like a fragile piece of glass...
It's not a poem, but a piece of writing. I really...
Not-so-simple sadness
An aching on my heart...
One red rose, desolate and wilted;
Between two white palms, grasped tight...
There was a man
Who I once new...
I'm so tired of all the pain in my life
like people stabbing me in the back with a knife...
What's the use?
What's the use of sorry...
I am your conscience, always there.
I am the wind...
Who the hell do you think you are?
This time you really have gone too far...