Keep myself busy
to take from the pain...

My feelings are wrong
yet feel so right...

Forgotten in the wind
all we are is what we seem...

We sit helplessly in our world of conformity
with wasted years of stress and mocked contentment...

My feet lifted up
i could barely breath...

My soul is weeping
moist with tears...

What once was
is now forgotten...

My heart that has been broken
makes me a stronger person...

Between all the pain and sorrow
"out" comes in...

I HELD IT IN
LIKE A FART TO THE WIND...

And it was
love...