| April 2001 An empty space in a crowded place is where I am standing. Around me are people hovering and crowding like vultures. Savoring every mistake and every thought. They pick at my body and bite at my eyes. They cause so much pain and enjoy it. I try so hard to scream as I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. I try to break free from the chains holding me to the ground. But I cannot move. The vultures will not stop and continue to hurt me. They are strong and keep gaining strength. I am weak and keep getting weaker. |
| August 2001 Couples holding hands and kissing in the park, or lovers sharing secrets, whispering in the dark. Young teens with summer flings or long winter romances, or exciting first boyfriends and first junior high dances. And who can forget a girl's first kiss? A very awkward moment, especially when lips are missed. All such special moments frozen in time. So why am I so depressed when I happen to think of mine? |
| September 2001 There's a feeling in my heart that's telling me to wait Your past will come back to haunt you, it's a feeling I just can't escape. I want to give my heart and all my soul to you, But if you were to hurt me, what then would I do? My life would disappear right before my eyes, with all my pained yells and disappointed cries. But just if you really hurt me, there will be nothing left to do, I've given you all I have, I've given my life to you. |