Category: Writers Block
As I sleep in a suttle gaze. I know that my heart is counting the days. But laying there as stiff as stone. I am scared to know I don't have a home. I am always shy to say my name. And to know everyone is feeling pain. Why do I live with this wiehgt. Behind my mind a shield of hate. Beleving my happiness will rise I realize I won't expeirence that supprise.
Aw that is a good ppoem.