this is part of a poem i remembered writing in 8th grade

Broken, like a window shattered after hitting the ground,
nothing but broken is the mother that bares the child that weeps
loosely she cry's from being broken by a man that cares nothing about her


thats not all of it but its what i can remember

Sitting In A Room So Cold

I'm sitting in the cold room, iring, wanting, and loving the sun shine
Wondering when will it be my turn to enjoy the sun i have longed to be with for so long
and when they say the best things happen to those who weigh, well how long is my weigh
and until i get my sunshine all i shale be is a lonely cold faded shadow of who i want to be

ya ever feel like life's little play thing?
one moment it plays with you making you happy and succorer, and the next its through you aside like you mean fucking nothing,
i mean i understand karma and i know every thing happens for a reason, then why is that i'm deeply madly in love with someone i cant enjoy, why has life yet again fucked with me,
idk my just a little irradiated with the way things are going right now............

i fight the tears of a cold rainy night
hoping that your love will provide me the light
and if my thought are correct
the only way to get rid of theis tears of this painful night
is to spill my blood and the it'll be all right
but untill then i am sitting her with the tears of this cold rainy night