Walking through my house, when i interact with my family i feel as if i am, UNIMPORTANT! When i care for my brother,
The minute hand passes by slowly, 5:59. The hour rolls on. The moon came and still no change.
A scream and a cry, from the weak. A held breath and a silent tear, f… A whisper of a loved one’s name ec… A quick death and a hollow life in… Happiness and joy ripped from the…
She sat there, said she loved you. You walked away, and found another. It broke her,
Come to the place, come to the garden, to the grave. To the Garden of the dead. Come to where
Come down to earth, see the poverty, see the crime and see the death. Bring your head,
I am fine I keep telling myself, that over and over
There are things here, you don’t understand. The way they move and the way they love. Their laugh,
Bullied. Left out of everything. Uncle tore my life apart. Heart Broken by my first love. Hating myself.
Can I just cry? can I try? I need to be in the better place but when I try, I cry and become… what will everyone think
Sitting on the park bench, no one notices anything. I noticed you walking towards me nothing seemed wrong,
Playing out in the shed, while dad does his work. Pushing a dirty yellow dump truck around I slip, I fall, I cry.
Music going getting louder and louder, as the night wears on. Calling out. Out loud,
She lay in her bed, waiting around. Finding the courage to tell him, she loved him.
I lie in bed, thinking of what and how, how everything happens, and now I find myself thinking am I awake?