Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Stage fright. It's like I'm standing in the front with nothing to say. The light blinds my sight.
 Time is moving again and I'm crying.
I don't get it. Why is this so complicated? I don't want to grow up or die young.
I don't want this..I don't want this to be. I only wanted, only wanted to be happy.
Now I'm facing health debt. The sorrows depleting me. 
Is it all because of what I chose or that I'll always be alone.

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