I write words I think, to heal the hurt i feel
I write to let God know I need help with what I deal.
just how fast one flies away
when they are threatened with
I asked "why do you lie"...
He said"i dont"...
"But you tell me you love me when you dont"...
As I stare at you now
from across the room
I've realized something I should've a long time ago
I can live with out you
not just my legs
but my mind
how'd she have half of me when she ain't even half of me?