" People tell me to hold on, but they won't grab my hand. "
-Sky

A special someone
a special face
a special someone
we can never replace

The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway. The losing card I'll someday lay...and that someday is today.

I'm sick of being here
why cant anyone see
I'm stuck inside this place
I'm sick of being ME

Not very good but it'll do intill I can make it into a poem

When you wanted me
I choose not to see.
When i wanted you
you never had a clue.

You tell me not to frown....I say i'v forgoten how to smile....

I'll draw you a picture, I'll draw it with a twist, I'll draw it with a razorblade, I'll draw it on my wrist. And if I draw correctly, a red fountain will appear, to wash away my sorrows. To chase away my fears...

I may not be able to give you the answers, but at least I'll understand the questions.

You know right in the middle of being BROKEN somehow I'm br(OK)en.

-Me

Why should i say anything in life, when nobody listens to me anyway?