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I like writing, Singing and Drawing.

My poems are awsome but my drawings, stories, and singing suck.

With my poem "Life in 8 years" I made a 30 some year old cry.

Here it is

Life in 8 years

How do you know how I feel?
Are you stalking me? Following me everywhere.
I cry and cry but no one hears me.
Do you?
We all have our problems and I have no right to complain.
My problems were all solved easily but yes they were bad.
A beating from my siblings
A yelling so loud
I swore my ears were going to pop from pain but now they never will.
A tangle of messes all throughout are gone right away
A bleeding girl made fun of by her family until she wished she wasn't even on this earth.
Just think of that,
Well that was me.
8 years I tried to run away
And for 8 years it tightened its grip on me.
Suffocating me until I couldn't breath
No way to get free from these doubting thoughts
These doubting voices
from my past
I want to get away
but i cant escape
Even when they are gone there voices still ring clear
holding me
suffecating me
I just want this to past
the past can not be changed
but i dont want it their
Even as i write these words a tear comes to my eye
I wan this to go away
I should just sever these bonds
but i think they may be to deep
8 years with them and 6 without
I'll hurt myself by hurting it and my life will be come a lie
I wont know how to live about without these awful lies
they are a part of me to deep for me to cut.
8 years with them
6 without.

For one week i went crazy doing about 3 poems a day during School. I posted them on "Deviantart.com" and some of them made there way on to "Fictionpress.com" if you want to look for them my user name is "Grevil"