Its all a nightmare
i whisper to my self...

And the darkness over comes me
and all the hard things in life...

Something isn't right
i can feel it inside...

All i do is watch
because theres nothing else i have got...

Every morning i wake up to screaming
and everyday i keep on dreaming...

Wake up in a empty room
in for another day...

Young or old
Living on the streets...

This poem is dedicated to my dead grandma who is...
I remember it clearly...

I wont recognize my fear
I wont dry a fallen tear...

A lost face
A returning voice...

As i walk alone
on a lonely forgotten street...

I'll never fight again
but i don't want this to end...