I am a writer
I write the unreal...

This sadness overwhelms my heart
But then anger fills my mind...

Can you see me?
Can you feel me...

Once again I cry.
I ask myself why...

I have a pain
it comes and goes...

I lay upon the broken cement ground,
raindrops falling on my face as I stay unfound...

The oceans are dry
Gray is the sky...

These are the times I dream,
Dream that someone can save me...

Time wounds me
telling me Death is coming near...

To find someone warm
to fill you with kisses...

Into the ocean I walk
hoping to drown my sorrows...

I feel cold
thrown and broken...