My father died when I was 5. It affected me very badly. As I grew I got angry, depressed and withdrawn. At an early age fell into drinking and drugs, got into trouble and along that way, but a teacher got me to write my feelings on paper in the 9th grade. She was my angel. She got me to grab a hold of a talent within. Which was writing. Ever since that time I expended my energy on writing stories, Screenplays, lyrics and poems. Although I fought depression for a long time, I have seen the sunshine in the rain. And have overcome it.)
Dreams
Sick and tired of chasing dreams
feeling inspired leaves me in pain
and every time I put out the fire
it comes back haunting me again
Just wish I would let it die
leave it all where it will lie
Where disappointments cannot bring
It's false smiles that are so obscene
Can't imagine me growing old
to ever let this life be so cold
All I want is a place in this world
a big piece of me left to unfurl
Sometimes when I'm all alone
Think of regrets that could be my own
Should never give in, never give up
Dreams are still mine from seeds
that have been sown
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