A May we speak Then feelings will be And unwrapped This sadness inside me. I feel meek And I can not find strength Feeling my #life draining from me.

Miss Emma in the mirror look real deep, you where happy before, and you'll find it once more, it's real hard now, and sadness seems to be the only thing you meet. But you are a fantastic person, you are able to bring hope, and you will find a happy place, once again, be it on your own. Don't ever let yourself question, what I am saying because it's true. Your a fantastic person, a light in a dark, a special spark, and we all love you

To My Parents, The Un-posted Facebook Post Last time I physically saw you in the flesh was 2months ago on the 26th of this month. Last time we communicated via phone or FaceTime was 27/01/14 @ 18.48 pm and the last text between us was 8/2/14. If you know you this is or you know it's you not being harsh but I am not impressed. I know it's a two way thing and I do know you're busy. If I could get to you I would, I am also willing to pay for the petrol just to see you. It's not you at fault here, there's two of you there's the one I've described up above and the other doesn't even bother to contact me, message me and I only hear from when I contact the first. I'm not complaining- scratch that yeah I am, it just seems like you're more interested in everyone else and not me. As for my children being the light of your lives- I am not being funny you're missing this by not being here. They are growing up so fast and one day you will turn up and they will not be interested in you. So if you've read this and got angry, then I'm sorry, I wrote this sobbing my heart out. I've come to realise that I was never important for you to want me in your #life, and the feeling of inadequacy is still here, with out reassurance or support. You'll lash out and say, "but we gave you money.." Yes I know you have and I was grateful and I have often offered to pay you back. You both said no to that. Right now my world is without colour, it's all shades of black, it's just something else I have to deal with, to get through.

Feeling I can not feel I lay here Waiting for Sensation.

Thrush Vs Cat The birds are singing outside, the noise is beautifully annoying. Then the silence comes, they've all flown off, but one. A song thrush who sings his amazing songs. I sit listening, to his amazing voice, and I look to his perch, and see death is about to arrive. The cat whom was sat with me is now climbing his tree, and my gut twists inside.