**I have woven a parachute
out of everything broken,
I am grieving for me,
the me I have lost.
My mind knows I am here,
I just wished I could explain.
As long as I live,
I will not let the world make me bitter.
I just want to be OK again!
You may be out of my sight.
But not out of my soul,
It demands to be felt..
Sheila...**
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
**I have woven a parachute
out of everything broken,
I am grieving for me,
the me I have lost.
My mind knows I am here,
I just wished I could explain.
As long as I live,
I will not let the world make me bitter.
I just want to be OK again!
You may be out of my sight.
But not out of my soul,
It demands to be felt..
Sheila...**
