I just want to say what was on this one piece of paper that I found. It was something that brought tears to my eyes, and I may have it memorized but this poem was written for me.
"I built wings of feather and wax
and used them to fly in to the sky
I grazed my hand across the billowy clouds
and kissed the rainbow with my mouth
but the sun was hot that day
and my wings got hot and melted
so I plummeted to my death" - By Jacob Barrnett
"Barely conscious you'll say to no one isn't something missing" Missing by Evanecene.
Running, pacing, fighting, laying
Tossing, turning, asking, screaming
Even when I sleep I feel this thing in me
When I'm awake it doesn't go away
Sleeping I moan I try to it with my hands
But when I wake I'm simply grasping at air.
I will try to sleep pictures of nothing everywhere
Running threw a city of ruins looking everywhere
Looking for what I'm not sure
The ash in the air, clouds my eyes, this explosion
Was all to soon
Tossing and turning kicking and screaming
You invade my sleep
I look for the warmth to hold, looking everywhere
I scream waiting for you to come, but your never there
Holding onto something when I wake
Opening my eyes to see nothing there
Waiting for the hours at a time fir the comfort I seek
Waiting for the sun to rise, in a world so bleak.
My feet are black and bruised, my eyes are clouded
The tears running down my face as I scream your name
Even in this world
I can't escape
"Escaping Pain"
Saturday, May 22
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