Bailey101's Journal

Ok well I wrote a poem and Ok well here it is.

I've stopped

and sat at the crossroads of my life.

I wait now

hoping to gather my strength

and move on.

I'm burning alive.

Filled to the rim

with the disgust and hate

you've revealed to me.

WHY?

I'm Yelling,

hoping to be heard.

Even though to the world I smile,

I'm crumbling,

on the inside.

I hide.

My skin has become,

a mask,

keeping my tainted

and beaten body unseen.

Come to me.

Not YOU who has

betrayed me.

But YOU who seeks

to revitalize my soul.

I'm dehydrated.

I've cried my body,

dry.

I've watched the last

drop fall from my cheek.

Find me.

Hep me.

No longer ask me to kneel

before you but finally

bring me to my feet

and embrace

my ruptured mind.

Carry me across

that thresh-hold

and urge me to

pick the right path.

Tell me to no longer

follow but for once

I'll be allowed to lead.

Respect, Save, and LOVE me.

For I know no other.