9.

Impossibilities made possible.
Through faith and hope,
Will and fight,
Courage and love.
Its all about whats within.
And my good Lord knows I've got a lot left inside.
My heart, my mind and my soul- they are all full.

8.

Those few beautiful seconds,
When you first wake up.
When you think- "It was all dream".
Your numb.
You know nothing of the horrors of the world.
Those seconds- they are such magic.
And then life floods in and invades your mind.
The memories of yesterday and all the days prior.
And you begin to feel.
You remember in an instant.
That is such hell.

7.

All I need is for some one to help me,
To love me.
Because all I have ever wanted is to be able to tell someone my story.
And for them to actually listen.

6

I saw you again last night.
We talked for a while.
You asked me how I've been. What I've been up to.
I wondered where you'd been.
I bothered you with questions about love & happiness.
We never touched.
We did not have to for me to know it was real.
For me to know it was not a dream.
Because you are not a dream.
My dream.
Because you are not a fantasy.
My fantasy.
You were never a dream.
Because dreams have happy endings.
And fantasies are wishful, fairy tales.
We were never a dream.
But I know I saw you last night,
We spoke. I felt.
     It must have been a nightmare.

5.

I can't even hear the rain.
My thoughts are too loud.

4.

You pushed me aside.
I was forgotten.
We never spoke of it again.
Of the life that once was.
You pushed me aside.
You forgot me.
And I moved on. Life moved on. The world moved on.
But my heart got stuck.
I'd call it heartache- but not over you, my old lost lover.
Over the life that once was
True sorrow I felt,
     a little confusion
     a lot of anger
     moments of doubt.
But you were not around.
Because you pushed me aside.
But now it maybe time to forget,
     about you
     and the life that once was.

3.

I always try and trick myself into thinking that it is going to be different.
But it's always just a different shade of the same color.
My actions are on repeat and my feelings, which are usually disappointment or rage, always follow closely behind.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again,
And expecting a different result.
Does this make me insane?
Or does it simply make me hopeful?