paige-v

Usually poems come to me faster than normal sentences. 
These days my depression is too gray to feel 
and nothing seems real. 
I cry more than I talk 
and I sleep more that I walk.
I keep wishing to catch a break,
My whole life is at stake...

My Poems

I never thought that I would be the one to destroy myself.
I am the one that put this to and end,
And here I am, crying again.

I wish that I could make you stay.
I wish that I could make you see,
that at one point I thought that this was best for "we".

I want to take it back my love. 
I just want to feel your lips again.