Poems of NaNa Nana
|5.||If tomorrow starts without me||1/10/2008|
|9.||Understanding your not here||1/10/2008|
My heart is kicking and punching, fighting its way to pop out of my chest. I relax by taking a deep breathe. Anger rises straight to my head, what can I do when all I've wished is to be dead. Help! I scream silently, only way to let it out would be violently. I dont want to proceed with this game, but it seems to be taking over a part of my brain.