I don't know why but sometimes I feel as if I'm caught,
Caught between a rock and hard place,
Caught in a place where I can't escape from,
Yes there are people here but they can't hear me or see me,
I scream as loud as I can,
They just look right through me,
I try to touch them try to let them know I am here,
But my fingers just slide right through.

Am I stuck in a phantom zone?
Am I stuck in a place between the real world and death,
Why can i stop the pain that rushes through my vains,
While I'm in this place.

I'm stuck, I'm lost, I don't know what to do.
Some one anyone tell me your there make me belive I'm not stuck.

Sometimes it's like the world stops turning,
Like time it's self just stops with the world,
Everything goes dark,
Everything stops,
It gets cold so cold I can't move,
Sometimes I don't know why but I treasure these moments,
Even though they cause pain,
Even though they make me yarn for things i have lost or can't have,
I treasure them because in those times I don't have I care,
All I have to do is just worry about my own survival.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to survive,
Just let time take my breath away so I don't have to breath anymore.

Sometimes i wonder,
wonder at all the mazing sights,
sounds,
smells,
and all the amazing people,
friends,
family,

Sometimes i wonder,
wonder at everything and nothing,

i wonder about emotions,
what are they,
why do we feel,
why do we not feel,

you see i have wondered today about a lot of things,
people,
the world,
and feelings.

Why, well because i hurt,
and when i hurt i think,
think about the good and for some reason being a pessimist,
how the good things seems to miss me by,

you see one feeling i don't understand and i don't think anyone understands is,
Love,
you see twice i have fallen head of heels in love,
and twice now i have fallen down because of it,
in pain and sorrow and disbelief,

right now i am in denial i am sure,
because i can't believe its happened agin.

and honestly i don't want to believe in love,
is if love gets you this.

but was it love, or was a it a desire to feel some one close both physically and emotionally,
desire and love are different,
but feel the same.

Maybe I'm just too young to understand or maybe I'm just not optimistic.

just a thought after being left again.

Where have you gone,
Darling please tell me,
Give me a clue so I may at least search for you,
Where have you gone,
My love younhave disappeared,
You have left a gaping hole in my chest,
I have you my heart and you have gone,
Taking everything with you.

I have you everything, everything I had left to give.
Darling.
Where have you gone.

Release the Fear,
Release the apprehension,
The False Starts,
And The False Ends,

Release the Shaking of your hands,
The racking of your chest as you heave tears down your face,

Release all that you hold inside,
Release the Pain,
Release the Sadness,

Release it All,
Open yourself to the new,
And Let go of the Old,

Believe in yourself and What you can do,

Because believe me when i say this,
"You Are Not Alone, Not Alone With Your Fears, Your Sadness, Your Pain"
Believe me because i know what it feels like.

To hold on to the fear,
To hold onto that pain,
That sadness,

To Cling To it.

But Now With Me.

Let it Go,
Release your hold on it.

Be Free,
Be Yourself and not what your Told to Be.

No Army,
Can Stop An Idea,

No Bullet,
Can Stop An Idea,

No One Can Stop An Idea,
Why, Why,

Because an idea is not a person,
it is not a thing that can be shot,
or burned,
or tortured.

No.
An Idea Is A Belief.
It Is a Catalyst.
It Is everything and nothing at all at once.

An idea can be created by one person,
but shared and given power by all.

Thus....

No Army
Can Stop An Idea.

*******,
who says i have to follow what you say,
**** that,
you words were poison,
your words are lies,
**** the times when you manhandle me,
**** the times you threaten,

next time you look into my eyes with rage and hatred remember,
that i was born with that too,
from you.