If I could paint a picture,
    I would paint a picture of you.....

If I could write a book,
    I would write a book about you.....

If I could draw,
    I would draw a life with you....

If I called you on the phone,
     could you talk to me....

If I wrote you a letter,
     could you reply to me...

If I said I loved you,
     could you love me....

what can i feel
but the beating of my own heart
the acheing of my own flesh
the damnation of my own soul and mind
that i go through this pain
this torture
and i can only call it this
life
the memories and tortures i share
the moment i bleed
for the blood drains away
through the deep wounds
the ones i have
my heart is heavy
there's a hand there
squeezing harder and harder
i feel it but am powerless to stop it
tighter, tighter
but the beat doesn't slow
it's torture
agony
the pain i face
i need to lash out
need to cry
want to feel safe
but nowhere is safe
not anymore
i need to run
i can't stay
i don't want to
but i'm forced to
i have to
have to stay in this place
where i'm ******
where i'm condemned
why can't i die
as i write i see this
i'm shaking now
not afraid
but *******
i am helpless
i keep losing the battle
i have two wars
one outside
and one inside
both tearing me apart
limb by limb
part by part
piece by piece
'tll there's nothing left
i feel sick
lost
i contemplate my demise
would anyone miss me
i don't know
maybe
those who don't fully know mw
just one thing stoping me
i hate pain
if only i could ask someone
to come **** me quickly
if they'd do it
i'd be ok
knowing
i didn't wouldn't
deal with this
****** up
world anymore
please!!!
anyone???
i'm begging anyone too
to please help
and put me out of my misery
i want out...
no, wait... not want...
no...NEED out...
i'm so cold
i'm alone
completely
utterly
alone...
and i don't know what to do
i want/need to cry,
to let the pain out,
but they won't come
i need to scream
but i can't
i'm not allowed to
i'm just supposed to listen
to be the perfect little slave
to be bossed about
and to do everything perfectly
i'm tired now
hopefully i can fall asleep
and never wake up
so i say good bye
and maybe we'll meet again
someday

Darkened gray skies, followed by a moonless night
Blowing trees, howling sounds, pouring rains falls upon them

Not knowing what this time will bring them
So they can only pray to see the daylight

As the waves crash ashore and the waters flood the streets
Debris flying like bullets as car topple and houses are flattened

The morning light only shows shredded trees and a lifeless landscape
Water poisoned, no food, no shelter, no electricity, gone to the winds

They have only 3 choices, to pray, to wish and to beg for help
What is one to do after travesty hits there life not just their home