It's better this way,
You may hate me in the end...

I don't have the strength
To carry on anymore...

A poem of my first day at College:
Studying Life...

This life neglected,
Before its' end...

The rain pounds the ground
Like blood gushing from my broken heart...

The wind howls relentlessly
Like screams of despair from my soul...

Take great pleasure
From the pain we feel...

Listening to myself,
The thoughts roaming...

Feel it building inside,
With wakeful nights...

Nothing is as it seems
Truth, torn at the seams...

Will my tomorrows forever be like this?
This vicious circle, endless...

When you've been waiting,
For that moment in time...