Every time I thought of you My hands shake with the aching need to write about you Before my feelings for you were all that occupied my mind You are the poem I always want to write
I am the flower growing through the cracks The light from outside filtering through a crack in a glass window A reminder of how I always make it through life cracks Always hopeful Finding my way to survive
The pain kept getting unbearable As the blade slit her wrist deep But she didn't stop cutting With tear filled eyes she screamed "I just want to feel if I'm still alive."