Well, I thought maybe making a journal might be a good idea, but if you really think about it, when its time to do the journal, youre completely frozen.

Since Im not the greatest person in the world, and most of my life isnt interesting at all, poems are always great to fill in gaps.

Sometimes in a lonely night
when there is no light in sight
I think about dreams
and how they end up in screams
but even before that
I cant look at
whats beneath my soul
for it is merely an empty bowl

No matter what I do
everytime I pull my hairdo
theres nothing thats going to change
these feelings inside
that I try to hide

Not even the tears
leading to even more fears
and heartache
headache
when I cant find something that doesnt ache
I find the truth
I will always ache