Rainy Days

When it rains, it's a cloud of grey, that follows you beyond your mind can travel. It makes your trips worth wild and some making you wish you never left your nice warm bed under the toasty covers. But crying is part of how you feel most days it becomes nice to walk in the rain. As the drop lets fall on your cheeks and your tears roll down alongside the rain, the mixture of salt and water, calms the body down. You begin to feel as if the world feels you pain and cries with you. But to know that the world does feel your pain but its worse for the world and the crap it has to go through.

Love Lost

Without you, loves lost, I'm lost, hurt. Tears, Then joy. Because you become found once again. I'm no longer lost. But our love is. No clue how long it will take me to love you, and you to love me. How long till we forget love? How long till I can't stand you? Now I sit and wonder through the night how all these questions could be answered. Is it with you in my life? Or our love terminated forever?

Losing Life

I love, I lose, I live, I hurt, I cry, I do everything a normal person may do, but the one thing I want people not to see about me... Is of how I am trying to lose my life. I can't deal with having people walk away. It becomes hard to continue with the days. I need special people in my life. The ones I love, always and forever will need. But when I tell people these things of my emotions of losing and loving all people can say is.... so what do you want me to do about it? NO!! Thats not what I'm saying! Understand me. I never asked you for help or your sarcasm, but what I do need is for you to stop being an ass and hold me, support me, make me feel loved for as those who walked out I can't love anymore. But thee one telling all emotions running through thy's mind needs to love one and one needs to love thy. For I now state I can no longer live life without ones I love. Because of those days since I lost those special people I hurt. So now I try over and over to lose my life. I have secret scars on my wrist showing how I let the blood flow when I'm a mix of emotions. The stress takes over my body, I begin to give into the blade on my table. I grab the sharp object, head for the bathroom, let the water run, get it soak my body in hot pooling water, and then I do it. The blood flows, as the stress, anger, tears, and pain flow out into the water. The clear water becomes a pool of blood surrounding me. I slide under and stay. When I retrieve myself for under the world, I let it go, clean up and continue on with the day........ as if nothing happened.