In life every one heads in there own paths , and yet also they must find there paths. So why is it that every thing you accomplish relationship wise is shatterd..or is about to be... all in time, which already goes quick enough. In which the present will soon enough be the past as this day will be over in a matter of 30mins, as is our lives for its as if we are just one day. we wake up adn through out the day we grow we mature, then we slowly wither and finaly at the end we are already 6 feet under. All i wish i could find in my day is some one who cares... but when will my day come.... not soon enough foor i feel as if im at the end and i grow cold... a poem which hasnt been done in a while enjoy "cut short" Pumping veins prolong my day, Hopeless cries deteriorate my brain. Beautiful skies so bright and warm, Everlasting with no storm. Tainted minds begin to surround, With no esacpe but to fall and drowned. Loveless one crumbles and decays, Life cut short within a few days.