Not much of a poem. More like heart-filled stanzases. I was hurting and felt like no one cared and no one was willing to try.

Love.

Tomorrow may never happen and then what is left?

Poem from a depressive perspective about being afraid of trying a relationship because of fear, and past hurt.

Poem written for a someone held dear, but far out of reach.

An abstract portrayal of the confusion of having loved someone and not having that love returned.

Listen.

Teenage years are probably the hardest to try and get through.

Some people play such selfish and reckless games.

This poem is based on the death of loved ones everywhere.