

the second poems he wroteYour words breath heavy on my heart. I am worrying about myself more and more as of late. I fear I am breaking. My happiness fades so quickly nowadays , no medication seems to fix me. I wonder so much as of late. My questions lay unanswered on my desk, my friends no nothing of how I feel, no one does. I wonder what is wrong with me as of late. Why cant I smile when they can, why cant I feel the warmth, why cant I know their bliss. Im so messed up as of late. Ive tried so hard as of late. I am not well as of late. I have lost what I could never have gained. Ive seen their looks as of late. I cant walk as of late. Ithe second poems he wrote