• I just want to end it.
    The screams of silence.
    The cruel wind hiding it's warmth from me;in this cold world.
    I want to know,but no one could tell me.
    Why didn't they just tell me I had to know for myself?
    That it was my desicion;I never knew.
    I never even knew I was tearing someone down on the inside.
    Never,never did I know what she was feeling.
    I knew her as my friend,but even when I told her.
    She died inside.....
    I never wanted to lose her,but In the cold empty world it was the only possibility.
    Only years later am I warmed by the hiden breeze,but memories flare.
    Old anger rises again.
    As once again i'm held to a desicion.
    If my heart truly knows,then why won't it tell me?
    Is it because the wind stops it,or is it myself causing the silence of my heart and soul?
    Many would say seeing is beleiving,but how can you beleive something yourself tells you not to?
    Questions appear day after day.
    answer upon answer I find my heart giving out hints.
    Strong enough to get through my head and the wind.
    I just need to know whether they are negative or positive.
    At times I would find myself knowing the answer.
    Other times the other answer.
    Most of the time my heart is led to indesicion.
    Then I ask for answers,but my sheepishness allows me not to get answers.
    In this cold cruel world I look for a way out of my prison.
    A prison forged from my own indesicion.
    Formed from my own lack of knowledge.