I use to write happy poems but now they cease to...
i try to think of a good one but only anger runs...

Locked in a small room with no doors out
people all around but they cant hear me shout...

The bloods dripping fast
his heart is on the ground...

Its becoming obvious to me
i cant last without your voice...

Ill make the sun rise for you
as if it was when we first kissed...

I wasn't afraid before it happened
it was something that hit me way to fast...

Why do i still love you
i don't know why i even care...

Were is it,
its not were i left it to be...

My wish is to hide and never be let out
my wish is to try to forget what I'm about...

A boy who cant think
his face always in the dirt...

I feel like something is missing
i cant find you anywhere...

Depression is something i don't want to keep, and...
living a life full of pain from others...