i started writing at a rather young age. my first memory of writing for recreation was when i was 9 years old. i sat down with a pencil and paper, and wrote three pages front and back. since then it has always been a part of my life. i started in with poetry in perticular when i was 11, and it worked out best for me. i've gone thru my share of notebooks, and have a dream of someday publishing my work.
Broken here and all alone,
Sitting, rotting in this 'home',
Watching you just waste your life,
Waiting for things to go right,
it hurts to see the truth inside,
i saw my life
and then i cried
i want you here,
dont look at me through eyes that see.
but eyes that feel instead.
i sit and cry.
i never try.
why does it hurt when i smile?
cut when i call your name?
i think i'll sit alone a while,
and dream of life without pain.