You are the Ink to my Pen the anger to my pad, you the reason I sit here and let my imagination write when I’m sad. 




I want to Rip out every hear beat that comes out that feels bad, lock it up in a room and label it mad.




You make me shout out loud but there’s no sound, this feelings so bad its eating away at me slowly it makes me feel sad.




I have no more Tears to cry i wonder why? I’m left all Alone to climb these walls as far as I can. 



But the faster I try the slower I get as weakness grabs my hand Suicide grabs my Thoughts and makes me feel less like a man. 




Takes all my control from me and makes me feel weak like a lamb, locked in a dark room close my eyes as my Emotions are all chained to this Weak Broken Lamb .


The angers eating away my Heart skips a Beat everyday as it watchers my smile fading away. 




The light in my heart is fading away everyday it’s so sad, I hope to live to see another day so ill now sit down and pray. 




Jidos Reality 13.10.12