Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

i try so hard to stay away
i try so hard to walk away  
i try so hard to think a certain way
i try  so hard to make to them see
i try so hard to lay a certain way
i try so hard to not think of what if
i try so hard to just want to be happy
i try so hard to do but i can't your all  i think about
i try so hard to want to be with you
i try so hard to dream of you
i try so hard to run away
i try so hard but i cant
i try so hard but one day i know that it was all dream i made up in my head cause we both know it will never be