I love to write. I do it on my free time. I write for only myself, not anyone else. If people like it then they like it, if not then whatever. Writing clears my head. It is a outlet for life! Writing helps me breathe, think and live. Without it I dont know where I would be. |
On the verge of tears
Anger built up to last for years...
The little girl sits crying drowning in her grief
Even the small things can make her weep...
I beg my mind to go to rest
As my heart beats faster through my chest...
Letting go seems so hard to do
For in my mind are thoughts of you...
In a heat of a moment it all comes back
Just one second gone by and Im lying on my back...