People say sheltering your child is good.
No one can hurt them,
no one can bully them,
And It makes them feel loved, but it don't for me.

But no one thinks about the child, and how they feel.
I feel insane, alone, I get paranoid when I'm outside because I'm afraid you'll disapprove of me once more.

I always feel like I'm not enough, I always feel ashamed,
I always feel lonely,
I always feel blamed,

When I get taught that you'll never be enough,
I don't know,
But I know you'll never be proud of me,
That's for sure.

One day I will grow older and look back and say,
'I'm happy I'm older, I didn't want to stay.'
I'll be less paranoid, I'll be able to go outside without fear.


I'll be less sheltered from the horrible world I now have to now know,
But because of you, I don't expect anyone to **** me because I walk down an ally, I don't expect to get shot when I walk in on a drug deal.

They say sheltering children is good,
No one can hurt them,
No one can bully them,
And it makes them feel more loved, but it never did for me.

You can feel it,but you can't stop it.
         You give too much but no one will catch it but the ground.
                 Maybe some people will catch a few raindrops,
                   but at the end they will also throw it away.
               0          0               0                 0                 0
                      0              0              0          ­      0                      
                                 0            0           0        0         0    0
                      0      0           0      0                0        0
              0           0         0                0       0         0         0
                      0           0         0      0       0       0       0        0

I sit in here in my window seal half naked, with my window open and the smell of freshly soaked grass wafting in with the flashing lights of the sky.

At this point in my life, i dont know what the hell is going on. Im trapped between the walls of my heart and the confines of my mind.
I am the once solid foundation of your home, after the earthquake shook your house to tears.

I am the once smiling face, after your lover left.

My heart, once beating strongly and lightly, now pouts, cold and hardened, next to my once healthy lungs.

No words can bring the soul back into my eyes, nor can any kiss bring the color back into my cheeks.

My hands cant hold him anymore, for they seem to only shake and become numb.

My mouth is no longer capable of forming soft gentle words, only harsh and savage, broken phrases pass over the cusp of my lips.

My mind finds no comfort in the things once enjoyed by my being, accompanied by the music of my laughter echoing through the corridors of a once happy home.

My legs no longer know where they are pushing me, my feet are unsure of where to step.


People say that no one is lost.




But could you tell me where i am?

The wind blew softly
Wiping her hair in all different directions
Making her hair change colors
As the sun struck it at different places

The waves struck against the shore
Water splashing onto his shirt
Slowly soaking it to the bone
Causing him to shiver

The leaves fell slowly
Blurring together all the colors
Scarlet, blood orange, golden yellow, a dark green
They stood together
Watching as the sky they once knew
Fell to the ground

She smiled a sad smile
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders
Trying to keep her from falling like the sky

But no matter how hard he tried
She blew away with the wind
Disappeared like the waves
Fell from the sky like the leaves
Finding a final resting place
With her thoughts and feelings

o.g.

I'm sick
and I can't tell if it's the weather
or the fact you left
the symptoms began that night
inability to sleep
loss of appetite
so on and so on
and the doctor said its normal
for the season
he said the cold weather
can affect the mind
but all I remember
was the cold touch
of when you held my body
for the last time
and the nights are longer
it happens in the fall
but they last forever
when I can't roll over
and touch your face
and I can't remember
if it was that night
or that morning
that you had emptied everything
you had ever felt
and washed it down the shower drain
while I still slept
under your sheets
cold
I'm so ******* sick
and I wish it was
just this weather