The Reality Of A Troubled Heart

Everyday is routine,

His heart wonders, why?

He tries to follow what he's told,

And he wonders, why?

The Last Note From The Diary Of A Raped Girl

I am 19,
It has been 5 weeks 6 days,
The count of the days I was dying slowly. . . . .silently

Its the memory of the day I was marred,
The day they gave me this scar. . . . .

Morning Glory, I Love You

Morning glory, don't wither away,
In this deep dark woods, don't crawl your way,

Your tears pour the pain, downpours like the rain,
Night whispers tales of silence forevermore. . . . .