As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you

And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior

Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry

Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help

As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another

I know I'm being blinded by my shadow.
My shadow of sin.
Satan is concurring soul.
With the addiction he has given me.

My God,
Defeat this Evil.
Thou my Father,
You are the one.
Please heal me,
Set me free from addiction.

Expand my Spiritual Life,
So I can live in your grace.
You are my life,
Set me new.
Your here with me always.

im blonde, tall, and thin,
have large fingers, and curly hair,
big mouth, and small feets

i walk like someone is going to **** me,
and speak like nobody is listening

i like to think, and like silence,
and small talks

i need coffe, and mate, and chocolate to survive a week
if im left alone i feel depressed, but if im with people i feel sick
i like confy clothes, and staying at home, or a friends house
and like alcohol when i sad or smoke when im stressed

i dont think im good people
i dont think high of me
i like to see other people lives
and like to give advice about thingh i dont know

i like snakes, and dogs and butterflys
i feel fear and have anxiety attacks very often but i don talk about it with anyone
im not good to live
i dont think i can live for too much
but there are things that i would love to see

I like silence,
but not the silence when you do not want to talk,
I like the silence of the morning, when I feel people sleep, the birds flapping their wings and the sound of the branches to move,
I like the silence of the night, when the dogs move slow and crickets make noise,
I like the silence of your eyes when you're reading something you like,
or when we are so comfortable you do not need to talk,
I like the silence of our company,
and the sounds of our distance