03/10/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me