I can’t even breath, I can’t even...
I see them all too happy...

Thy fool who dreamed of roses,
Longed for heat and no thunder...

I can’t stop screaming inside…
No one can hear my torn cries...

I’d die without you in my life.
Not because I love you...

I've dropped down to my knees,
Fallen face down to the floor...

I thought things were getting better,
I had finally got to see the sun...

I used to love Christmas, but not anymore.
Without my grandfather, this holiday is a bore...

Thanks mom, for making me feel like dirt.
Thanks mom, for being the reason of my hurt...

As I write this poem,
Tears stream down these eyes...

Feels like forever since you left my side.
Or should I say, since I walked out your life...

"Yesterday"
I looked into your pictures...

You are like a bird to me,
Because you make me want to fly...