My insides would shake,
With each breath I took;
I can't concentrate,
I can't find my nook.
I have no concept,
Or caring of time;
You live in your world,
I survive mine.
There are silent screams,
That roar in my head;
And I still have days,
That I wish I was dead.
This huge mass of pain,
That is inside of me;
Only I can feel it,
This you can't see.
The harsh isolation,
In the midst of a crowd;
That innocent fun,
That I'm not allowed.
The anger inside me,
The feeling so blue;
That I can't escape,
Since my life started new.
In Memory of Anthony Paul Wodzinski
By Natalie Camp — December 29,
2007