So by the time I think of the past the future pasts by me so fast that I get  lost in time never to be found again to be stuck in a in place of death and demise. No one to call nor give  you a reaching hand for that you feel so alone. So as time goes by you feel empty as hell you feel as if god has given up hope for you and that heaven has abandon you. So you just sit and question gods existence and if he even cares for your lost soul. You hope one day that you will catch up on time and find the one who will answer you calls and reach there hand out for you. That one who will give there shoulder to cry and rest your tired eyes, the one who loves you for you and loves you for what you are on the inside. So as you wait for time to slow down for you to catch up just remember the people who on really cared before you got lost in thought and depression. so to his I write this to get it off my mind and i write knowing that she loves my poems