I ware this cold mask every day
hoping to lure the true my way...

Iv been hurt so much in my life
i guess you where just the holder on a new rusted...

Your never hear.
but the wormth of your heart is neer...

My wrists are now raped
i try-ed so hard but i snapped...

My heart wilted like i dieing rose
fragile like a flower that froze...

Forcing my self in silence ,just to grasp a hint...
knowing the numbness hast to end, not knowing how...

If you want me to leave i was never...
I feel transparent in your arms...

New poem its called (I'M DIEING)
DIEING TO BE HELD CLOSE...

Clock hits 0500 and i awake in a hurry
out of focus so dark so blurry...

This isent a pome more or less
im just bord in iraq speeking my mind...

Millons of shaterd particals lie across the floor
a resolt of consestn slaming in a cold metle door...

As the cold steel reunites with my crimson pain
my soul scarcely screams like the boy in the well...