Sitting alone writing these words
Thinking about you.
Sometimes I can hear your voice
In my dreams, I am  not sure if it
Is the real you or not.
When you lose someone
They are gone and they are never
Coming back.
I wish that wasn't true.
I wish that this was just a horrible dream and i would wake up,
But I know it is not a dream.

I have never been a Saint or angel.
I have made mistakes.
Watched the snakes tell there lies.
I don't believe the same as you.

I stopped going to chruch I couldn't
See all the fake faces.
Have them preaching at me.
Telling me I am wrong.

Wrong because I don't believe the same as them.
Wrong because I can confess my sins
And not cover them up.

I didn't stop believing I just open
My eyes to the fake face and smiles.

Poetry is my medicine

A cry for help not heard.
I wish I could have stopped you
From hurting yourself.
I wish I could heal the cuts and make
Them go away.

I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.

Somedays I am happy laughing
And full of jokes.
The life and soul of party.
Other days I want the darkness
Just to take me from the
Misery