Poems from beyond the grave...

Lost

Everything has faded away. Everything once was, is gone. They left us and we cannot find them. Oh mother, oh father where did you go? Are you dead? Are you still walking? Why did you choose to leave? The only questions left cannot be answered. For they only exist in our minds as the answer is yet to be discovered.
The marks that make you, you, are the marks well earned.
The thoughts used to put you down are mere doubts and the eviler spirits trying to win a pointless battle.
I'm not but a shadow of what I was. But you can still live, blossom, and grow. For me, my time is up. I am only a dead girl. A shadow. A shell of what I was and a shade of what I am going to be. For life may hold downs and up but I urge all the ones who care to feel what I type, to not give up. Eventually when it seems like there are only bad things to happen. Keep in mind that when there is one there is the other. There will always be the darkness. The trick is not to give into it.