I am into dark, mysterious poems and have been known to write rather dark ones myself. Although i write suicidal poems, i, myself, am not suicidal. I'm having a ruff life not doubt, but i'm going to make it through my teenage years, i hope...... |
He calls to me
And puts images in my head...
The knife it calls my name
Shall i touch the tip of everlasting shame...
Just like you.....
Pain, dripping, disastors...
Stare into my sadden eyes
And tell me what you see...
The life I endure is no life at all
I was happy for once, only to fall...
As you lay against me
Pressing your chest against mine...
When asked to write about him
I find it hard to do...
She looks for opportunity
Embraces The Chance...
Let us play this game again
Pretend this secret is true...
Follow me to nowhere
Go straight at the dead end...
My love for him is like |
If only, if only life were a dream, then we wouldn't face the disappointments of everyday life....... |
Past is the beginning |