1:10 p.m. -- stages of pain...
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when i was a child all i wanted was to breathe. when i became a teenager all i wanted was to forget. i walked for hours wanting to die, i looked to pills for the way out. when i was a child i wanted to dream and as i drew older that's where i lived in, floating among the stars, i was the one next to the moon. when the moon was away i became a teenager again and began to scream. when i was a child i may have laughed a bit more, but the race to the heart were the tears. and did i mention the years of night filled with fears. wake, in the middle of the night. "no, i did not move at all" open my eyes to the friendly pain. when i was a child i used to act. i was the dancer among the leaves in the trees soon came fall and we created a blanket for you to walk over. fall has never felt so great. when i was a child i learned that crying was a sin, laughing was a gift, and living was a dream. i would soon turn into a teenager who knew that living was a punishment, laughing was a joke and crying was an escape. i became an adult. i learned to live. i covered the tears, i fake the laughter, and i learned to remember. the scars, they never heal. Samantha book funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |