Well Im Nicole And 15...I Live In Australia, All My Poems Are Like About Death And Stuff Its Not Because Im Depressed Its Just Because I Write My Poems When I Am. |
As I lye in my bed,
I cant help but think about the things you said...
Your one year old but also one year has gone,
You made your choice to move on...
You never took notice,
Of who i was...
Thrash!!! His fist hits my face
Then he locked me out in the cold...
She walks along this lonely street,
With no-one the dry her tears...
As I slide down the wall,
I feel that I've wrecked it all...
All they do is judge her,
They don't seem to care...
Youre always asking for me to come down there,
so ill ask u to come up here so we can mate...
Sitting In The Corner, Wishing I Was Dead, Death Is The Only Thing, Going Through My Head. |
Your Purrrrdie |
C r e a t i o n // i m p e r f e c t |