I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't drean
I cry
I don't hate, I don't love, I don't feel
I cry
Memories haunt me
The future taunts me
I cry
& the tears are real
If I never make a penny off my writng I will still love to write. I just want to be read and to quiet the thoughts in my head. When I empty my mind of the thoughts I have it fills up with new ones. My thoughts are emotionally provoking. Read my emotions and enjoy the ride. kisses Blu