So as my life progresses,
through a short daily routine,
I keep having visions,
and foreshadowing dreams.

These dreams are more like nightmares,
and i don't know how to react.
all these terrible turns of events,
I hope they never become facts.

The end of a love,
the end of a life,
an eternity of sorrow,
and infinite strife.

And so I try,
to once again write,
but the words escape,
like ghosts in the night.

I've lost the will,
to do lots of things,
and the loss of happiness,
really fuckin stings.

Unhappy with myself,
and my surroundings as well,
I trudge through life,
waiting for hell.

I know that it's coming,
I dont deserve to go up,
but niether does anyone else really,
This realization is so abrupt.

There's so many people,
that feel they are entitled,
to have what they want,
all these wants so unbridled.

I deserve this,
whether i earned it or not,
bitch that aint how it works,
All you get's what you've got.

But i just wanted to say,
That i miss my few friends,
all moving up,
and making new ends.

I'm lost in the past,
afraid of what's to come,
This fear of new people,
is so fucking dumb.

Its time to move on,
and time to grow up.
I don't need a few,
when meeting new people just takes a " 'sup".

Peace out friends and former friends.

If i gave a fuck,
about what you fucking think,
I'd let you fucking know,
But your shit doesn't even make me blink.

But you better not fucking put you anger,
your fucking problems with yourself,
on another person because you are fucking worthless,
If you want to keep your health.

I'm getting to that point,
where i don't give a fuck,
you fuck with hanna,
and your life will fucking suck.

When you go out of your fucking way,
to hurt someone thats a part of your family, your daughter or sister,
just because she's doing more with her life than you ever will with yours,
you don't even fucking deserve to exist with her.

This is my message of utmost importance,
to you, you know who you are i won't mention names
I'm sick and so fucking tired
of your shitty little games.

Act like adults or go fucking die
i dont care either way
but one things for sure,
you better not fuck with hanna one more fucking day.

And that's not a threat so dont get this shit twisted,
I'm just telling you fuckers to grow the fuck up,
Stop acting like little fucking bitches,
Or if nothing else just shut the fuck up.

The days seem like weeks,
until your back in my arms.
the weeks seem like months,
until i can again protect you from harm.

It seems to me,
now that we share our hearts
that our weekends end,
too soon after they start.

I'm writing this cuz i miss you
the girl of my dreams,
the love of my life
miss Hanna Marie