This was written when I was 13 – October 22, 1996:

Dry emotions stain my face
as withered breaths fail my pace
Lifeless structures in my path
and I watch the only life I’ve got left pass
In the night, I dream of times I’ve lost
and how highly & dearly my actions cost
I danced the highs and smoked the lows
all while life dealt crushing blows.
My days of precious memories ran out
All I have now is this shadow of doubt.
Freedom rings on in the shade
that covets all but what the nightmares allow me
There’s been no one for me to run to in my time of need
Maledictive thoughts have all but dried out my entire being…

Twinkle twinkle little star…
the night’s almost over. Do you know who you are?

Let me go; let me be. You’ve kept me trapped, now set me free.
When can I just live for me?
There is more to life than just a laugh;
more than revenge, resent, relapse.
But no one can hear above the screams
Cause our world is composed of replayed dreams.

(This was the time in my life when I was into drugs and was very depressed… I didn’t feel that I had any self-worth or that anyone cared. It was a dark period for me, so much of my poetry reflects that. It’s amazing to look back and see what God has done. If He could deliver me from what had me trapped, He can deliver ANYONE!)