There are points
In your life were you...

These thoughts
In my head are not...

I've been dreaming
He came back...

Some people write books
Some people write stories...

My life is a mess of fear
I can laugh,smile, walk, talk...

He the person
I thought...

I'm constantly in fear
That like everyone else...

Your in high school
Walking through the halls...

Sitting in silence
Everyone working...

I was happy
I thought he was to...

The pain is just to real
I've tried everything...

Your not ugly
You have trained...