I've always loved writing, and probably always will... I've always been told it was good, but, as you know, to a little kid, you always say that. So, I guess the reason I post my pieces are for feedback and to be inspired.
I'm searching for something to believe in, but lately, I'm left to my own words. My own writing-  my own heart-  my own soul. That's all I have left. I've lost people I love, and now I am all alone in this world.                
                People change, 
and so have you, 
I never want to know, 
the truth within you.
                
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                After forgetting for so long, 
I am now starting to remember, 
after the lines were drawn, 
they've now been erased.
                
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                My bags are packed, 
my heart is racing, 
but yet I still decide, 
to stop and look once more.
                
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                as we say our final good-byes
I won't be fully there
I'll be thinking of time we shared
and what it'll be like without you
                
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                I look back and think, 
of all the time, 
I spent dreaming, 
a foolish dream.
                
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