• I sit alone as all my poems seem to say the same thing.
    A saddened girl in a ******** up world,
    when will it all change?
    I want to write of peace and love but none I come to find.
    I want to see the death of all the destructions in my mind.
    I sit surrounded by the world as everyone is walking past.
    I want to write with a different inspiration.
    I want to write from a new place but the same words I seem to repeat…
    the message stays the same.
    I sit around doing nothing to change the world I’d rather sleep in.
    I know I could spend time fixing things but im lost in this world.
    I want to write without complaints.
    I want to see the sky less grey.
    I wish the death of my failures that I just cant face.