i like 2 write my feelings down on paper its what helps me get by in this shitty life...4 me writtin is better then talkin..if it wasnt 4 writin sum of these poems i dunno where id be at today |
I wonder what it would be like
If me and you got back together...
Some times I wish I was dead
Grab a gun and blow myself in the head...
Its been one year ago today
Since I last saw your face...
Whose life is this?
Its sure don't feel like mine...
This mind of mine
Feels alone all the time...
Here lies a woman who did her life
This woman who is now with her beloved son...
She laid in bed thinking
Staring at the white walls...
The voices in my head
Keep telling me stuff that I dread...
Take my hand
Fly with me to the Netherlands...
Your face haunts my mind
In the darkest hours of the night...
If existing is so great...then why do I wanna trash this soul trapped deep inside...fighting 2 save my useless mind...wishing things were not this way...unhappiness is here 2 stay...so much pain..whats left 2 gain? |
ThE lAsT tHiNg FaR fRoM uR mInD |
I could take all the drugs in the world |