The leaves may take season
while I grow in this hole wanting this to end
     A raining day may appear at any moment while I sit here wondering where did I go wrong
     The earth may rotate nonstop while I lose myself consistently to the things that I cannot control
God may look down upon me; crying as he did for all his other children... I will find myself apologizing for the hollow shell I've became
  When did I stop living ?

By: leory Santana Dawn