Fealing one way and looking another. My face is a mask of fake emotion.

When I know someone is bad for me and I have feelings for them anyway I hate myself.
The feeling you get when you like someone and you know they don't like you back is heartbreaking.

You never call, you never text
Im always second best.
It's always the drugs or alcohol over me.

You almost die but still you leave.
It will always be them over me.

Being in a crowd but fealing alone.
Being at home but fealing lost.
Having all the answers but being completely confuse.
Life without meaning.

Dark skies, howling winds. The bottom of the clouds are going to drop on this worm summer evening. If I could see the sun it would be setting. The corn stocks in rows swaying like solders anxious for battle. Standing tall over my head, their leaves dance in the wind. Moisture is thick in the air, thunder roles over head. A singel raindrop falls on my check then the clods let it all go. It's like looking threw fog. Only seconds ago I was dry, now it's like I jumped in the river. Now standing alone in the corn filld looking up at the dark clouds.

Though a flower is beautiful and thriving
it soon will die because a flower's life is short.

I wouldn't be afraid of falling if you hadn't pushed me down.
I wouldn't be afraid to fly if you hadn't told me about the dangers of the sky.
I wouldn't be afraid to live if you hadn't shown me the bad things.
If you hadn't shown me the hard times in life I wouldn't value it today.

People are like vultures.
When they see the slitest bit of weekness they start to target you.

And when you fall and are to week to get back up they come and pick the flesh from your bones until there's nuthing left of you.

How many people out there still care about the strangers.

The sparrow flies solo in an empty sky , that's the price she paid to be free and with ought worry of attack. Looking down on the beautiful world below , the wind under her wings, she regrets only a little becoming a creature of the sky.

Torchured
          Battered
                     Beaten
                            And Bruised
       People see but never do.
    One phone call is all it takes.
                But now it's to late.

Fealing like a trapped animal, wanting to flee.
Trying to escape but there's no release.
Finally get out, thinking im free then I'm trapped again.
It was just false hope, a cruel joke.
Letting me go just to find a leash around my throat.
I was cought but my soul left with the breeze.
All hope gone, never to leave.

The way I forget my problems is by focusing on other people's problems.
I help others because I can't help myself.

Wanting to be with someone, and wanting to run from them at the same time Is a horrible fealing.