I’m not sure how to help I’m not that good with words I have a feeling i’m making it wor… But at the same time I don’t know All I can tell you is to clear yo…

I hate seeing people sad I don’t like seeing others put the… So I make them smile as much as I… But at what expense? I go through my own issues

Warmth, love and friendship A blanket created by two strong ar… Sometimes it strangles you playful… Sometimes painfully When that blanket envelopes me

Everyone is moving away Starting the next chapter of our l… Education, love, and happiness So why is my heart hurting? Oh, wait

She runs up the stairs Slams the door to her room She goes to the corner Then she looks up The slick black handle

The moon shined brightly above, but her neck burned in the light, a symbol of her labor of love. Her love’s dark might. The tattoo swirled on her neck,

Laying in my bed Thinking of you Tears start to pour down my face Why? I don’t even care I tell myself that over and over

A white sheet of paper Tucked right under my saxophone “What’s in my locker,” I ask you. You tell me you don’t know You walk away