Date: 2-11-2011

Derek's p.o.v

Bad to the bone,

words made of stone

hit me like a wrecking ball

and eat my heart right

out of my chest. My heart

is broken and I am shaken

to the core of my existence.

No longer feeling as high as

the sun and moon in the sky,

I fall off my throne. Alone and

halfway gone, the stronger part

of myself can't last much longer.

I am done with believing in the

power of love and unity. Weighed

down by insults and burdens, I am

a victim of circumstance. Always rough

and tough, noone is nice enough to

take a chance on me and join me in this

dance known as life. My mind dwells in

a zone where there is less gratitude.

Everyone is always negative and never

has a positive attiude. There isn't one

kind soul on earth who isn't blind and

not sensitive to my problems. Noone

can hear me whenever I speak or I

am about to break.I fear that I may

never see the light of day again or

find a way to heal my soul. I fear that

I may never develop a sense of belonging

and quench my longing to be loved. Eventually,

I will learn to withstand the rain and push through

the pain with time. I will rise up from the ground

like a skyscraper again and rediscover the best

parts of myself in which consists of magic and

logic. The self crafted torn missing pieces of my

paper heart make up the fabric, soundtrack of my life.