May.11.2011 Poem by kendyll brown

just breath
the midnight air
will do you well
believe,
i miss your taste
i miss your smell
the past mistakes
that have brought you here
they will break the fall
for you my dear
alot of hurt
under all those bandages

everyday i sit and wait
for the same bad news
can you hear me say
iv got nothing left to lose
please start making sense
and beg to stop these accidents
seen the worst case senarrio
im tired of letting go
the skin on me
from everything
i just want to live
wish i could breathe
wish u werent my air
so i could breath
like everything else