River

I do not want to start a war between you and I. Fulfilling this soul with nothing but, broken promises as, I wish this life was much better to breathe in. You only seem to make my matters worst, as I try to hold onto these's promises you made. Only tears of frustration withdrawal down my face as, I find it to hard to speak to you sometimes. Wishing there is some form of relief feeling like that hole in, the patchwork quilt. While I begin to feel there is know reason to breath.