MY Storm
My Storm You walked in my storm just as I thought there was no one left. You held me up when my own legs could no longer take the pressure. You
My Storm You walked in my storm just as I thought there was no one left. You held me up when my own legs could no longer take the pressure. You
I open my mind, I close my eyes, I try to find, Where the problem lies, I render myself, Into deep meditation, And nothing helps, But self
The Eleventh Of September We mourn their loss this day this year Those now with God, no danger near So many loved ones left do stand Confronting
Get Over It Just get over it, they say I wish I could find a way Living with it day by day Memories won’t go away Medication helps to
I’ve written down some pretty selfish things, Some things that have had emotion. Been hurt by some pretty stupid games, Every time that
I sit here and I tell myself, That this is who I am, That I can’t escape my mental health, But deep down I know I can, And I repeat this
and never had the end looked so sweet, sweeter than the taste of your lips, safer to be in, than your arms. As i sit here, with this tearing pain
Why do you ask if somethings wrong, There is something wrong all the time can’t you see It never stops it eats my mind,body and soul How
Lonely night, Full of hurt. Tears fall down Another day gone by. You confuse me With your tempting ways, Saying that’s we’re not like that, But
you ask me questions to do with him, where does he live? what did he do? you saw my wrist. the one aged with scars. you looked me in the eyes, and
Allow me to share with you some thoughts About someone who has inspired me and captured my quotes The best instructor I’ve ever seen, and
words have been growing less, and the taste has become bitter. When did you decide that those other girls were better? it’s been a
Isn’t it beautiful? The last few moments you spend on this earth. In those last few moments before you slip away, everything around you seems
I conceal my past in the shadows, to this day. An insobriety; an unholy, tainted past me. Keeping the furtive hands of which you’ve
slow autumn breeze, go, yes. No. I have to stay. Have to stay and see Myself ,hurt me this way. Reflections telling the story, only half my story
don’t look at me with those eyes. remember what we agreed? no strings attached, no emotions involved other than neediness and
These feelings are laid bear in me To all who rise, so all would see And I felt animosity This one small fragile oddity Relive a fear of agony So
Gone are the days without bad perception, We live in a world of maggots and deception, A world where we feed off of fake idolization, We bask in
My eyes are open, Heart is cold, Body broken, Growing old, My soul is faceless, I lie here dying, How can I face this, Never crying, “Open
“Embrace me,” She says to me, As I tremble down my spine, I’ve never been a hugger, But I hold onto what’s mine. I feel