Grab a Hold
We all ask sometimes why.
At those times when all we can do is cry.
When all we want to do is weather and die.
Lock our selves in a room, and never see the sky.

I know those moments all to well.
Those moments that feel like hell.
It is then who you know is there for you.
Or those who just pretend to.

Just remember that there is always a light.
A way through the hellfire and brimstone.
The lesson to learn there is to grab hold to what makes you happy.
And never let go.

I love the poem^^ *spelling could use some work*
The emotion is one of hope,grabbing a lifeline. I am often one of those lights.

Well, I think I got all of the spelling mistakes.

Anywise thx for the complement, I always enjoy it when I get feed back :).

I really love it,you have talent!