i love to write when things go wrong - it helps distract my thoughts. pouring letters into words: t's with crosses, i's with dots. but i cant write without a reason, some type of determination. love, life, and even death give me inspirtation.
confusion overwhelms me as tears stream down my face
why would someone end their life? is it that awful of a place?
im angry that he left us, im sad he was that driven
to take a life away - why wasnt it worth living?
i wish someone could tell me what was weighing on his mind
i wish that i could have talked to him at least just one last time
all i see is his face
all i hear is his voice
why do i feel as if im screaming when im not making a noise?

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