Poem: Cold

Why do I always have to be strong?

Can I have some help besides the tears that always follow.

Does anybody even care?

Honestly, I cannot tell.

I never like me, now I am finding out that I do not love me.

I hide from my fear, but they are all I got.

They keep me warm at night, but they also keep me cold.

I guess that explains my soul.

Poem: Dream and Awake

I tried to find me today.

It just was not the same.

The claws that hang on my back, went in deeper than before.

I tried to get a move, but my spirt did not want me to.

I keep looking for this dream, but it is not near me.

Where has all this turn to.

I just want to be free.

Am I even dreaming or am I awake?

Poem: Another Dream

I took a day off.

Then I remember why that simply cannot be.

My life has been on hold, and now it is holding on to something.

Things that made sense are now a blur.

Make believe is not an option that I can have.

I want a dream, but life is simply anything but.

When will I learn to live with me and not a dream?

Is there a dream that I can have to simply be seen?

I would just like to know, before they tell me to go.

Poem: A Dream No more

I want to write something today.

I want to tell a story that has never been told.

I can feel it deep down, but not in my soul.

A story that no man knows.

The ideas are just floating, but they do not have a place to land.

I keep wanting this dream, but I keep waking up from it.

When will I stop wishing upon a star, and let it happen?

I need this dream, but I am starting to see maybe it does not need me.