To Whom It Might Concern Poem by Melissa villafue

I feel like a picture with a broken frame.
Alone and Hopeless.
Vulnerable and Drepress.
I feel like wanting to give up.
I feel that nasty feeling down my gutsand all i want to do is throw up; but nothing comes out.
That feeling in my throat is here no matter how hard i try to hide it, no matter hopw hard i bit my lips this feeling just gets stronger.
Its your love.
The one thats keeping me up. Making me stand everytime i fall down & who i am now its who i always wanted to be.
Everytime i fall you pick up every single little piece of my heart and put them back together, and i get a lot stronger everytime.
Its your love.
You saved me.
Every now and than when i get a little lost. Baby you pick me right up.
Your the angel that keeps me here alive. And i thank god you do. BEcause when i get down you pull me back up.
No matter where my reckless self takes me.
I know youll always save me.
I know i dont tell you really enough and i have just about all i can take, baby you always save me.
I sure wish you were here right now. But im laying on the grass picturing your sweet face.
Trying to feel your arms rap around my waist.
Trying to smelll your scent.
Trying to remember the words that come out your mouth that make me feel great.
And here i am listening to sad songs. I just want to hold on to you. To the way you make me feel.
To the way the pain feels.
Im holding on.
Barely.
But im holding on.


----- Melissa Villafuerte