Sweet Marie
Sweet Marie where shall I find Thee,
What am I to do Alone without Ye.
Who am I to be.
Is there a future, for Ye and Me,
Will We ever have the chance to be,
Is it just a chance of wait and see?
Sweet, Sweet Marie,
How I do love Thee.
how i function how i feel
How I Feel How I Function Freedom, How do You explain it? Is Freedom like being a bird soaring in the sky high above? An eagle perhaps? Safety, What does it mean to feel Safe, truly safe? Is it a soft blanket and a lullaby to dull the sounds of a roaring storm? I wish i could truly know both but it seems I am more a Broken Machine rather than a Person that thinks and feels. I suppose it is more difficult knowing that my physical scars are more self induced than my mental ones. I find it unusual how My physical scars don't affect me as much as my mental ones, How do I function when I have lost the manual? Will the ghost of my stolen innocence ever really go away? Will the memories ever come to mind so that I may finally lay this hidden truama to rest? Or will the ghost in my mind be there for the rest of my existance? Will the whispers of not being
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