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


"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13

Aaron's Story