Gonna give this whole poetry thing a try

I’m sick of riding the storm.

Just because someone has been mean to you gives you no right to be mean to me.

Writing for me is so weird. I can go months without writing a single word then all of a sudden i’m writing so much that my hand hurts.

Just when you think things are okay, that your mind is doing fine, is when everything starts to fall apart and my mind starts to wander back into the dark place.

Whoever said writing was easy, clearly never was a writer.

Hoping the sea air will clear my blues; and wash away the thought of you.

I find it fucking hilarious how you have compassion and time for EVERYONE else except your own fucking daughter!

The feel of desire, the heat of the fire is rising up in here.

I’m letting the bad habits take over, 

I told you I needed you and you did fuck all about it.

I’m always there for you, you’re always there for him, but who’s there for me?

I miss you, you fucking moron.

Of course I want you to be happy. I just wish it was with me.

I don’t know what I've done, or who I've become; but I know it’s not, what I wanted to be.

Music.

In the spring, I'm hot. In the summer, I'm hot. In the autumn, I'm hot. In the winter, I’m hot.