writing after a while looking at my dark room letting a few tears fall thinking how has it become this way what was brought upon mehow can words affect me so much to the point to shatter memaking me think how i the strong girl the ice girl with poker face could break by simple wordsfall like a tower down and not get up the music still playing in my heart as it hurt more letting more tears fall...

its been exactly a year since i stoped using this site since i lost it and readin my old poems made me realize how much ive change , and i wonder why of all things im still the same like my poems described an empty child crying out in a mirror i feel fine at times happy at that. But i wonder if its true im really happy , im sick? i dont know whats gong on is it teenage years change yet im an 18...