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AnythingI feel like I need to fall to pieces.Something to relieve this pressure,something to break loose,something, anything.I want to break down,choke on my tears,scream,break something.Anything.But...I can't find the strengthto let myself go.I can't find the strengthto set the monster loose.I can't find the words to this something.Anything.Nothing.
My love, my heartCandlelightdancing in the roomI know you are hereshadows turn into angelsyou make me feel lightfeel my heart shine brightyou turn everything toa beautiful dreamyou are the music in meyou are in everythingyes, you are a part of meand will always bemy soft light in the darkmy love, my heart
Johnny Spoke in School TodayIn the corner of the classroomIs where Johnny always sat.With no one to ever swap notes with.No one to look at.His clothes were always black-That's what was all the same.But the surprise to all on that cold dayWas when Johnny said his name.Johnny spoke in school today.He'd always been the quiet one.But today he stood to say something.Something never done.The teacher got real quiet,The kids would only stare.And Johnny would just turn awayAnd curl up in his chair.Never had a friend or foe-Johnny went through life alone.But I wanted to know what brought the change.I later went down to his home.His dad was very angry.Johnny's blood was on the floor.His dad was beating him and telling himTo never speak up anymore.Johnny spoke in school today-It happened just one time.He never spoke a word again.He'd been taught that speaking was a crime.Johnny spoke in school today-The one day he broke away.But Johnny never spoke againBecause his father made him pay.COPYRIGHT
A Boy Every NightMy sleepless nights are always interrupted the same way. I will be tossing or turning in some fitful manner, and all of a sudden there will be a small but audible noise above my head. It took me a few weeks to figure out exactly what it was, tip toeing across my roof at the same late hour every night.A boy. Steps lightly across my roof and sits right above my room at the dead hour of 3 a.m.He lives in my neighborhood, just down the street.He goes to my school, we have a class right across the hall from each other.In those silent moments when he is perched carefully above my head there is a strange peacefulness to the atmosphere. Almost as if I could fall asleep finally; with him there on the roof
But then there is also a small hint of something else in the air. A strange sadness that seems to flow from his heart to mine. And at this time I often wonder what keeps him up at night.What is the heart wrenching feeling that wakes him from sleep? What is the haunting thought that