Sometimes when you think life is going to end,
You pull yourself back up again...

I was laying in my bed
and i felt it come back...

Will i ever leave the ground
will i ever make it home...

I'll be high
then crash right back down...

The caterpillar spins her cocoon made from her...
she wishes to emerge beautiful soon...

Tranquility...
a lush garden for a hurt soul to grow...

I keep my tears in all day
force a couple of smiles...

Her black lipstick is smeared
showing part of her lip pink...

Two souls torn apart
feelings of nowhere to go strangle my heart...

I see u laying there- writhing on the floor-in...
**I wrote this poem on November 10th so yeah...

She scraped up her courage
and picked up the phone...

Ask me questions i don't know
tell me things i need to feel...