"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...

I never understood what I was,
I never was able to write that easy...

Writers,
We all have the same purpose...

Granted my writing has hit a lot of lows,
It also has quite a few highs...

Sitting alone,
Silently screaming...

Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...

I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...

"I love you",
"I promise I'll never let you go...

Here we are,
Just me, myself, and I...

What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...

Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...

I thought I was getting better,
I thought I was free from the dark path...