it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?

stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting

I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart

I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard

A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and