My cancer, has made me so rebelious. I always do the complete opposite of what im told. I think my parents worry about me too much, they always ask if i feel fine, if my legs hurt etc when i just have a simple headache. I'm an easily changed person, i wear a lot of black but hey it's just a color. I'm not afraid of death, in fact sometimes i wish i was dead. i don't care what people say about me. I write a lot of poetry, some makes sense and some doesn't. most of it's of broken hearts and ways of death. music is a way that i express myself, cause lyrics in every song describe a simple segment of me. i don't always thank god for my expieriance, but the chance has lost a lot of hope and friends. i'm a patient of depression. I haven't talked to a shrink about it cause i know im not crazy. it's just an emotional state that comes when i down. so poetry helps me to explain the images that lie in my head. |
He was My friend
he made me smile...
Hidden by the clouds
beams the suns rays...
I like to dress
in little red nets...
Lets go again
to unknown land...
The hitting
and the kicking...
I'm alone and in pain.
sitting in a cold shower...
I guess I never really thought
about how maybe you and me...
You tore it out
without my consent...
Lets go again
to unknown land...