Check out this poem I wrote in May, 7th, 2007.

exactly as its written in my journal

Untitled.


she slips down her dark hallway
and out the door to the cold and
dark blanket that is her life
the one moment she owns as she
sits alone in the dark
inhaling the death that is her life
as it whithers away to cling to her
lungs and slowly strangle her
she wishes...
she wants to escape and fly
but she is bound to the life she has
created and pretends to live
it could change she could change
but it wont, she wont make it happen
shes too tired. maybe tomorrow she hopes.
they all think shes fine, pushing through it,
but shes not. she needs a
C H A N G E