Give me a second to gather all my thoughts, please and thank you
The thought of life is scary is not? All my fears and demons laugh mockingly tonight. Does that ever happen to you? I have this crazy thought of when we die. So throw me a penny or nickel, maybe even a quarter if you are kind. All my unwell wishes deserve to be tossed away. I cannot bare to hold them in much longer and we are all meant to be creatures of family. This world scares me. I should not be able to change the view of you in a poem You are you, love yourself. I love me, but I am afraid you won't love me back. tosses a coin *