Sorrow bleeds.drained inside these puddles and leaves.our days are numbered though so many are forgotten and so little are remembered.wasting our breath as the clock ticks on, looking for awnseres or at least someone to confirm our decisions throughout this very troubled life.

Close our eyes at the final light only to awake to a dreadful delight cold yet reassuring that we are indeed still alive. So we pick up our feet and put on our mask of feelings in hope we will exceed one more day. God knows our trials and gives us strength through the struggles and pain.the only final word left to say is I sure hope he rememberes my name.