striving to get to the heavenly gates <br />when living in this so called hell <br />everytime i get a little closer <br />everything burns up in flames <br />nothing getting in my way except 4 old habbits <br />smoking my sorrow with a pace <br />trying to drink the bad memories away <br />but they only gone 4 a while then they always find away 2 stay <br />its like living in a prison and not being able 2 get out <br />then when u call 4 help no one hears u shout <br />just starring in that dark cloud <br />not seeing anything in that path <br />having no sight <br />but trying to see something that is not there <br />i have a chance where<br /><br />kathleen hintz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-one-more-10/
