Well I guess I gotta love being Canadian, SNOW DAY! It was all great, no school, music and whatever else. Then I realized that well, I'm doing what I do every night I don't have work and EVERY weekend. Sometimes I just get tired or this nothing, nothing and well more nothing. Oh and to put the cherry on top the fighting laced in. I would kill to get my life back and have my favorite activity back in play, hanging with friends (you know the people that I just don't have anymore?).

I'm sorry that I'm just not good enough...

Pressure

Now I know just how bad its gotten

I feel the pressure

Raining down on me

The weight of the world,

Heavy on my shoulders.

My problems flooding into a pool of tears

Upon the floor

Drowning me in the darkness.

How much longer can I take it?

I’ll stand just as long as I can

Here on this edge.

But be warned I’m slipping, falling away.

Away from here

Leaving me senseless and numb

Now I have no where to turn

No where to go, not even a place to hide.

Who will save me?

When the pressure is crashing

Down on me

This cold sensation wraps its hands around me

Dipping me under in flames of confusion

Leaving me here with all the problems

Its tearing me apart from the inside

Though I'll show it on the outside

Only put on my mask, start me charade

But it hurts

Pierces through my heart

Now I know just how bad its gotten'

I feel the pressure.

Because these are my last words,
And this is my last breath.
I'd give you everything,
But I've got nothing left...

I'm so nervous my insides have knotted together. Sure I'm only one flute out of four but my pitch is so off. I'll kill the performance tonight. Most days I'm pretty good but my flute's screeched my notes for the last few and it will stick out at the concert tonight.

Why did you leave?

I know the pressure your under,
I understand because I'm there,
There as a friend.
I know when you lie,
Like when you say "I'm Sick"
I can hear that there is something wrong.
I know the world is cruel,
Even to you.
Don't cry, don't cry,
I won't forget you.
Your my friend, my pal.
You can tell me everything.
I won't tell a soul,
I will be the only one to know.
I'm like your sister,
Now, where did you go?


This is the poem that means the world to me. It seems like an eternity since it was written for me, and I love the person who wrote it dearly she was the best friend ever, though I doubt they think this way anymore. Miss you Miranda....

Friends don't treat friends like poison.