Poems about Health

My biggest con  Is my life. Or is it how  I've perceived myself 
I lay here on the grass Looking at the stars shining bright Wishing I can see the light
I gave my shoulders to lean backfor people who feel sad.I give a smile when there is no warmth in this world.
I come back to this town, And it is not I that has changed; But it.   The streets; They are empty.
Sometimes things happen that aren’t supposed to. It snows in april
I start a count. 1..2..3… Here it goes. She can’t do that…
  A jumbled, hurt feeling A word, a sentence Hope to bring healing
Little girl Sweet whirlpool Why so alone? Empty Keep dreaming Search for your light
Freedom of expression isn't something everyone has Writing the way we can is a privilege