Coping

You see me drawing sitting alone in the white void of my room

You may even speek up but reseave only the cold winter's chill as a response

But if you brave the cold and push threw the transparent snow that blocks you and I

I will not stop you from viewing what I am drawing from my mind

But mark thies words of mine

For the drawing on this blank canvus is just doodleing my mind

You find me hanging there, still on a page with no face of mine

Body distorted till my limbs are undefined

This body on this page of mine sways in the wind, my eyes longing for that prize.

But when you ask me, I quickly throw this body on this page of mine away and You ask simply

"Why"

"Why do you draw your body on that page of your's so lifeless"

"Why do you feel alone and afraid"

And with dead vacant eyes I will look up.

I will want to scream

I will want to yell

But as if there are no words to begin with or as if i lacked a mouth from the start

All you will see is my dead vacent eyes

Fear not though

If i can not speek and be brave enough to say what i feel know that this is what I would say

" I have no were left to run "