My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time.
To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine.
There I would wander, Will today be mine?
Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine.
Life sences my sences to get me up
From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough.
Though I am Okay,
Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine
When I wake up to the sun shine.

I wish you all the best on this years Valentine's day! -Kaitlyn

I eased you from the worldly fire with my heart;**  *so you didn't have to feel the burn without love before my own flames ignited.

I'm laying in bed hearing sharp sounds in my head.
Smelling the sent of pine from a memory of the trees back at my first home.
Thinking about that time when i wasn't so a lone.

Getting shivers from the slivers on my skin.
I Watch the blood leak out as the razor blade goes in.
It Sends A sense of fear and chills down to my bones.
But you'll never know what it's like to feel alone.

Trapped inside the mind, seeking a way out of something i just can't find, or get out of.
Loss and fear rush through my head and that's why i can't love.

The limit of acceptation to feel comfort of by any means is at its own stand still.
Which has me thinking, "These thoughts could ****! What's wrong with me? Am I ill?"

At times i feel that people and the life around me are living and i'm just the time keeper.
Other times, it's like the world is on pause and I'm the attention seeker.

How can life put me through this? It's made me so sore.
This is hell for me On earth,
And that makes me not want to live anymore.

I cant breathe and cant break.
You cant see my heart ache.
I want to stop my time on the clock but im already still on this earth like a rock.

I cant move, cant go, or get away from feeling low.

It's impossible to shake away this feeling inside to be tired of happiness continental divides.

The weaker i get the farther i go. Life really aches me but that you won't know.

*-K.W.

The crack in your voice as you said good bye
And hanging up I heard you cry.
It hurt to know that you hurt too
and the fact that I don't want to lose you.

It is not so for those who's hearts are broken, to love.
Yet we find their seeking of a bandage.
They grasp our sticking and we repair the broken pieces.
Where there they love.

*Where There they love.

When you do not give
Yourself a break
You will break.

We are the kids in humanity that even with support, friends, and family we still feel like we are  missing something.
We will go all sorts of ways except the right way to find what we are looking for.
We are the kids who*  can't find themselves  living a future.
We are the kids who  don't want to go searching for our selves any more.
We are the kids who got  tired  and  couldn't take  feeling  lonely anymore.
We are  those kids.
We are  **the lost kids.