I Wrote This In January Of '07 Poem by Desiree Whitamore

You try to stand but you can’t. You try to run but you’re too slow. You don’t know who you are and it scares you. You get close but you can’t see. You know it goes and you’re sorry but you can’t live this way. You’ve got to find yourself, you’ve got to turn in your satisfaction. You’ve got to be true to win yourself back. You’ve got to keep focused, you’ve got to get back on track. There are so many people you’ve hurt now. You want to say you’re sorry, but you don’t know how. You don’t want to deal with it. But you know that you are never going to forget. Your family hurts the most and you don’t know what to say. But you know you’ve got to do this quick before they run away. You’ve got to make them see why you did it and why you live so freely. You know you can get rid of the pain, that same pain that is trying, pushing you to go insane. You try to get in, but you get pushed out. Until now you had no idea what they were really talking about. So you’ve got to change, you’ve got to change right now. You’ve got to change before the little time left, runs out.