fire Rise

"Metaphoricly my tears have no meaning other than to water my sorrows, In my unharnessed Hell my head roams with uncontentment to find each pain more confing than the last. Care he will not. Laugh at m..."

"Controled by my desire, Do I love him? Can I really make him see my soul? He is oh so perfect. His skill, his charm, his heart on his sleeve. Do I love him? I don't know his name. Andy, John, Dave....."

"I breathe in. Scent which I could label with my eyes closed ecircles my nostrils. An Unrequitted love I Hold on to. Slipping through my fingers, any reality I knew. I breath out. I breathe in. Hold ..."

"The tears are drying, no more sobbing. Each kleenex more is one more sorrow disappering into soft paper. Through the rain in my eyes, I can see tommorow. Looking brighter and greater than a few kleen..."

"I want to hate him. With all I have, all I am. I wish I could look at him and feel nothing but complete hatred for him. But the part that makes me want to vomit is, I can't. And It kills. I keep thin..."

"Write what I feel...Write what I feel. My pen knows no junction, only a mass of wet sobs. Write what I feel...why am I writing about sobbing? Why is it always water that litters my pages? Is it becasu..."