Have you ever been at that point in your life when you
thought that every thing that you did was in vain
or that anything that you did wasn't good enough?
Maybe you found yourself looking for answers
and you didn't even know what the question was,
but you were still intensly searching for it?
Or that you felt so alone but you wouldn't allow yourself to show it.
I found a way to deal with these feelings, thoughts or
moral delimas. I spill my emotions into black and white.
Don't get freaked out if some of the writings are a little morbid,
that's just how I felt at the time. Sometimes you'll have to read the
poem twice ot thrice to get a grasp of what was going through my mind at that