Feelings are the things that move me. Itâ€™s almost like Iâ€™m flying with great wide wings.
But other times feelings are burning inside me. Iâ€™m locked in a dungeon and no one can find me.
People are running, and only care for themselves.
Or maybe they just donâ€™t hear the screams and yells.
Children are hiding and scared to come out. Parents are just wondering about. Most parents just donâ€™t seem to care. If I lost my child the pain I could not bare.
Love is a feeling I once had. But now the word love just makes me sad. Sometimes I wonder if love will return. Other times I just want love to continue to burn.