I always wear a formal attire
And hide the extinguished flames and fire...
Dad,
no matter how much pain you've cause...
A sudden fall
a desperate call...
Has your country ever had a difference so strong...
we are suppose to be the country...
CUZ MY CUTS AREN'T ON MY WRIST
U THINK THEY DUN EXCIST...
I'm sitting thinking, what is life for
so insignificant in all this beauty...
Dear Diary:
march,21,2007...
The words they flow
And scribble to the page...
If I said I love you it wouldn't be enough,
if I bought you a thousand roses it would be too...
The sound of pain, the look of sad
The hate of life, love gone mad...
There is a story,
One that must be told...
Welcome to my life
loneliness,raging,hating,loving...