Disturbed Poem by reina Lorenzo

6/25/05

to miss sweetest thing is something to cry for
to fail ourselves is something you cannot take
to be mistreated is something we cannot help
being torn, is something to break for and
to be alone and have nothing and no one
is something to die for.

Cry but you can’t
Smile but it hurts
You asked why, but don’t know why
Damn to yourself.

Nobody prescribed cuz you deserved it
You think you know. But you have no idea
How it feels like
How it feels like being disturbed.

You screamed to the sky
Hearing back your freakin’ cries
But there’s is no pre-washing,

“I know what I am doing,
I know what I want.”