Poems from Brea Turner
even while the children play
we can see the destruction refuse to fade
i could write a map to salvation
but it would never see the sun...
your out there
i feel you calling from behind
far from a lie
where no one knows
the despret truth
i see you watching over me,
overcomeing...
I've been getting better
but I feel torcher in the wake.
I feel it beating down on me,
and I dont want to break.
I feel the water pressed flat to my palm,
the mysterious errie and horrible calm,
the power surgeing underneath,
the feeling as if I've...
I hate myself.
I'm not alright.
The pains an addiction
and i'm losing the fight.
You dont know who I am,
or the way that I feel
so why...