Sar-girl

Reaching out. Tell me if a scream is louder than a shout. 8,9,10 Monthes past and then I chose my life was irrelevant. I decided that I just can't. It's a permanent solution to a temorary problem. More like pulling out a weed by it's stem. That's how it feels. Like I want to discontinue all my deals. Try and talk me out of it, But you end up screaming like a git. It is how it is. I'm not hers or his. I am my own, To take, to leave, and choose not to be shown.

You can only see What you want to be. You can only believe What you percieve. You can only hear Voices you hold dear. You can only feel What you deal. You can only taste What you deside to waste.

At first (boys) just say hi Then (boys) and (girls) play and sigh. Next (girls) say bye And then (boys) make (girls) cry.

Napping on a lumpy sofa. Breaking down in to choking tears. Will he live? He must be alife. Held like a baby carried in. Sh.. preforming CPR He coughs up love. He is 5 years old, And his body is rejecting life. Gently floating away in my arms so weak, Yet here you belong. Red faced and ratted hair. They find me Boldy forcing tears to Siberia. Tell me that he Didn't make it Sorry Don't be. Gravel under my feet smacks me in the face. Air is invading Me Breathe No, I Can't do this.