fallen off track

shoot for your dreams...






do whatever it takes to succeed?






^%$#...what does this mean?






listen to me.






dreams...I shot...got burned, torn down and then LOST!






then found... why are YOU looking for me?






leave me be...






hear my broken...thoughts...






my burdens they grow...






heavier...heavier...Then out of control! Ssshhhhhh...






please leave me ALONE...






Wait...(((wait)))...wait I scream.I can not breath I need you,but you are KILLING me

My Biggest ,Ugly, Most painful Battle

Ok I'll tell you now... this is a very confusing poem It's not finished or maybe it is ...



Um... I'm not sure....



We all have a passion



Our one true desire,



A reason to live for



Fuel for our fire.



What happen's if it was taken?



Imagine... your purpose gone* (POOF)* My Soul becomes vacant,I can not move...but my body is shaken,



Trapped in a mind state of shock



Time seems slow...



I sit here alone and just stair at the clock,



So here I sit...



with NO soul, NO escape...



I's NeVeR ending like a bottomless pit,



Music is me, why I exist...



but now it's a scar... I'm numb



I Can't even make a fist!!!!



Music...my passion...My medicated fix...



All gone in a second



because of some B****!

Unconditional Soul

You can give and give just to please somone asking only for their happiness in return and nothing more,






Instead you find your soul drowning in your own salty tears often,






Always searching in an endless search just to feel yourself suffer all the way down into your already hurt core,






One by one you begin to thumb through your effort of tries,






Stradigies of failure...a world of disappointment replay over in your mind






To simply mend someone's heart, you scream... yet no one hears your cries






One by one you tally up the score,






Not suprised at all of the outcome






Once agian you lost the battle of this never ending war,






You feel so used, betrayed, beatened and bruised,






For what a little acknowledgement and still they refused,






As days go by,






Slowly your body begins to shutdown ,you find yourself asking "what for"






Inflicting much pain ...you ask yourslf why,






You take a big breath then let out a sigh, the pain you endure.






You start to think then imagine...






While lying in your own blood people could see you and nobody stops






not even a glance,they'd all leave you there cold and helpless,






You can feel your body weakin as it grows cold, giving in your hopeless.






"Never a dull moment", you whisper to your soul softly,






as you watch it roam endlessly, Then silence once again falls,






You close your eyes and await the next day where you will try again ever so kindly,






In hopes of, that one day... somebody...






will hear your silent calls.