i sit in silence
remembering the days
when i was happy
and i didnt
need a boyfriend
to prove i was beautiful

i often wonder
y do i feel like this?
the poems and songs
i write often talk
about death

when i fact i do
have my moments
when i am
actually happy
but i am but a
lost soul in a
vast sea

i sit and i wonder
is it just my life
thts this hard
or is every1 elses life
like thisin some point
or there life?

sometimes i feel like
a prisoner in my
own mind
i sit and long
for the day ill be free..........