by darkness Apr 11, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
I'm not that good to talking to people well thats cuz i never do all thy call me is a geek all i wont is one to love one to call my Friend i thot would never come till one day i found her she was so pretty i thoght my eyes were going to melt she talk to me the only one to say nice things to me we were in love we thot we would grow old together but one day the sadist day ever i herd that she had to move way i was so sad i would cry every day just of the thot of what would have been truth is i cant live with out her and that is y I'm holding this gun in my mouth |
Awwww such a cute poem!!! |