So torn on what do
with this demon lurking inside...

My first shot at independence,
a turn at something great...

So now I know what it's come to
when you nod and don't even smile...

Wasn't sure what to call this one......don't know...
At one time I climbed high...

It's me,
Just wondering when this pain will stop...

Sorry folks, not one of my better poems :-/
My mind it always enters...

Climb into the mirror and give up my soul.
Torn up by pain, it is no longer whole...

Don't want to know what tomorrow's going to bring,
today was hard enough...

Why can't it be?
Why can't they see...

Fell out of my sadness,
landed into your heart...

...So how about we escape this place,
get out, get on, get gone...

Sometimes I talk way too much
sometimes I don't talk at all...