Poems about Health

Strange isn't it? The way we act so different behind closed doors when no one is looking.
I will exhale just to impale myself with thought You’ll have to rescale, for this image will fail
Sometimes I feel as if I'm constantly running. Not knowing from what, or from whom, or to where.
I wake up, ready to die
             What's Important To You              by: Kiethly03 I lay up in bed
I lay up in bed Pass midnight, my alarm clock says Thoughts are jumbled around in my head
Tiny fingers rolled up in clay or twisted curly hairs, naughtiness in her feet but
My beloved she waits for me Amidst a thund’rous roaring sea
Her hand reaches out As his pulls away Grasping air Grasping nothing
We were kids turning pages, in a couple year long love story and it ended pages ripped, i'm sorry.