Broken Life
Broken Mind...

The crimson droplets on the ground
that fell from my slit wrist...

With eyes like green emeralds
A voice that floats through the wind...

At one time we were perfect
at one time all was right...

As I fall into my spot on the parade square
I remember the cadets of the past...

When you're feeling down
and lifes left you blue...

So many thoughts, confussing
So many dreams, unreal...

Suicide,
a raging hole of fire...

I wrote this poem for a school project, Christmas...
There are Christmas feelings in the air...

You say that you're crazy
well baby look at me...