I write and write,
Like my own little privite diary...

Why is my life like this,
Why does the wind blow...

I wish sometimes i could feel,
No more pain...

Sometimes it gets hard to breath.
Sometimes it gets hard to talk...

Voices louder then my radio,
bellowing over a sweet melody...

My heart is breaking,
with every breath...

Lonely world,
Sleepless nights...

Days pass like years,
Minutes pass like hours...

Dissapointment is my middle name,
As i fade into this darkened room...

Surviving is a funny word,
its can be so many things...

*This poem is in memory of Trevor Price, a great...
Somedays are as bright as the sun...

What did i do?
what did i say...