Poem: Whiisper to me

Behöver skriva av mig. Om jag inte hade stuckit iväg under sportlovet tror jag att jag skulle bara... Inte vet jag. Fuck you tankar, ni tar livet ur mig. Men jag kommet aldrig försvinna. Har för mkt stolthet, konstigt nog.



I need to listen for the whisper that flows with the wind and true the trees. Only that can save my soul from rutting from shame and pain. But it's kind of hard when you don't even try to listen. The shame and pain will some day eat me alive. Maybe that's what I deserve. After all, your dead. It's my fault. You said you were okay. But I didn't listen. And I've hurt and broken a heart that deserve oh so much more than I can give. Still I'm fighting. I'm not weak. I have to much pride. Still I'm crying. I'm trying to listen. I really do. I just need to wait, for the whisper that will change my life.