I know i'm not gonna make it so what's the point of trying ?

I'm afraid of me, my own thoughts.
So i sit here, paralyzed with fear, unable to move.
All alone, trapped in my on head.
wishing to be anyone else but me.

I fix my heart and put om my makeup

I don't know if im flying or falling.

They say time heals all wounds,
perhaps thats true,
but don't they know wounds becomes crusts?
and crust teares of.
Again and again.
And each time it's painful.

From my poem "They say time heals all wounds"

I't only hurts when I'm breathing
my heart only breaks when it's beating
my dreams only die when i'm dreaming..

I wrap all my feelings togeather and tie them up with a smile..

Sometimes surviving is all the living I can do..

The saddest part is, I don't even know what I'm missing..