My tortured heart
Like a rainy day
I wish my sprit could run and play
My mind feels numb
Dont know what to do
My life is lost; it may have lots a screw
Should I give up?
Or should I preserver
Your not even listening, you can't even hear
I feel so empty
Hallow inside
I can’t believe I even tried
yeah.. i know.. I love poetry.. i write and write... lots of thoughts go in my leather bound journal.. poems and thoughts mainly.. its kinda fun.. .that poem i wrote on January 10 of this year