is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

The Things I Leave Unsaid

My thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I hope you do too. Comment, vote, enjoy...

Help me...

my life... my life is killing me.

A Dream that was Killed.

A short poem about a dream that was killed :(

Choices.

Listen.

A child's plea to be heard.