You've awakened the death. Slit the wrist of hope. Confused the mid of innocence.

I want, everyday, to pull the sands of tI'me. To erase my wrong side, and correct them with the rights.

Easily drawn to you. Scared of the fondness you bring. Ashamed of the title "FORBIDDEN!" Angry that it was given. Shattered....again I'm in this lonely predicI'ment.

Overwhelmed that an innocent is in my web. Staying focus comes with its snakes. Stay alone, SMILE, hide whats real, CARE, mend a heart with bare memories, and LIVE through it all.

I'm Sick!

Thrown over the balcony. Cannot fathom the years to come. Set aside a life waiting to be needed.

Anjelia it is not your turn to care.