Collage of my life.
Colorful, true.
But fill with pain,
old and new.
Want to cry out,
and rip it to shreds.
Earse my past.
Vanish all I dread.
Hope is forgien term,
Easily overlapped by all my pain.
The collage of my life,
is slowly driving me insane.
So tire of this page,
I try to flip it,
and find my own way.
But this scrapbook of life
won't let me get away
