I try-ed! i did! i try-ed so hard! am i aloud to...

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

Tempted, teased, taunted, dizzier
the kindling of an old fire...

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