Walking through the sharp cold air,
To see you.
I fought through dark despair –
& I need you.
I did not know myself,
Completely…
Weakly.
I try to carry myself meekly…
But weekly.
There is a dog that follows me – an ego.
My success that I carry within,
Is really nothing.
Love is all that really matters,
The laughter, memories, and love –
They carry over, when I am gone –
I am 21 and I am still young…
But It seems that I am getting farther from when I first begun.
