Wrote this when I was thinking of my old grand-pa, May his soul RIP!

Poem.

Keys open the doors to success.

Things have become so stale.

I have become numb.

My only thought is the hope that you will pull through.

Birth returns as death.

Feelings of guilt are normal, but not when the situation is beyond your control.

Poem.

A slow sad poem, hard to understand if you don’t understand a certain emotion. An emotion of feeling alone, waiting for someone to come and take it all away. That lasting thought of suicide in your head… Your not alone….