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My heart, pounding in my chest,
makes the wrest of me uneasy.
The hairs on the back of my neck
stand at attention.
My soul, feels invisible eyes
peirce my flesh.
Someone unseen stares into my soul.
They wait to find my weakest point.
Then they wil strike.
They will rip me apart,
thinking,
that I won't stand a chance.
But they don't know.
I've already gone.
So that they won't have the chance.
If I end it all,
then they can't.

Perhaps I'm already gone,
maybe it's already over.
What shall I do now?
Shall I go on,
shallow and lifeless?
Or should I start anew,
and trust them more this time?
I've heard they can hurt me.
I've heard they can help me.
I've learned to to trust.
to always be on edge.
But, then,
what I've learned has yet to do good.
what I've learned is only a hinderance.

My life feels like,
it's been waisted.
Learning these lessons which,
now, are not but obsticles.

I am scared.
I am exhausted.
I am,
for the first time,
truly helpless.

It looks a lot bette on my deviant art page! LOL! Check it out on there if you wish to see the prettyness! clickedy-click!

ANYWAYS!
Not my best peice, but since I've really not been writing my lately, I was relieved that it came out the way that it did. I'm thining now that I reread it that I will do some more editing and possibly add on to it.
Feedback anyone?