no hay un sitio para mi

no quiero vivir  mas aqui

the little girl

the little girls pain was so intense

she had lost her last line of defense

trying hard not to self debauch

drowning in this endless ouch

why stick around when there is  so much pain

a question she asks over and over again

 needing to find complete relief

from this never ending grief

would it be better to say goodbye

then live inside an endless cry?

i am a free spirit whose wings have been clipped by the reality of being alone

be real.  artifice will catch up with you and ensnare you within its walls

rain's reign

there is no downpour more copious than the tears of a broken heart

the little girl

the little girl stood on the hill

the air was quiet, the night was still

torments around her outside in

she had to run

internal din

she found a place cushioned and warm

where she felt so far from harm

it was a lake so deep and black

as she dove in she did not look back

within the liquid artifice

lost alone a place like this

and everytime the anguish felt

in these toxic waters

she would melt

 

 

 

my friend

my friend today you're feeling bad

you're in my life im feeling glad

you lend support you're  kind and true

wish the world had more like you