The tornado is tangling me
Into a  complicated human being.
The thoughts are rising
So I can’t breathe.
I’m trying to reach the sky,
But I’m being brought down.
Because that action turned into a thought.
A thought that blew me up.

The one she wants is gone
Taken by death.
No one left
She had to learn
The cries she can’t get enough of
So empty, so choked up
Water clogging her so she can’t breathe
Sinking everyday trying to continue to live
Can she live?
The bitterness, the sour tears
She wishes she were here
Somewhere she can go to feel again
Someone to listen and understand
Somebody to help her feel warm
She cries a sea of tears
Tears that fill up her room
She can’t breathe any longer
She wants to feel the warmth again
Can she?
All she’s got is her grave
She can’t respond.
Death awaits, she doesn’t know what she feels
Feeling numb, dead
Dead before dead
People say to choose happy
But, how can she do that when she is broken like a vase that’s shattered
How can you mend a broken vase?
Again she’s alone like always.
Always, always.

Missing out on that wonderful feeling
The warmth ***** feeling
Just like honey drizzling in my mouth
Hot chocolate on a snowy night
The fireplace blazing
Incense blowing the room strong
Missing home
The laughter with friends
Comfort with hardship
Hibiscuses in our hair
Beach’s blowing our hair strong
Adventures with love and fun
Talks that never ended
Arguments to laugh at.
Getting lost in the new world and figuring it out.
The world crushing her and having her dream and love being taken away.
Finding hope and strength again to a new beginning of help.