I spend a lot of time making up poems, they come naturally to me and everyone who reads' them agree's that they are good :) |
She wanted control, to end her life,
She felt the sharpness of the knife...
I watch the blood-stained walls,
And the shadows reflecting off them...
If I died tonight would you forget me?
If I called youâ??re name would you...
Every day the names come,
Loser, embarrassment, freak...
The rain comes down and drowns the tears,
My feet are moving but I am not...
I watch the blood-stained walls,
And the shadows reflecting off them...
I love you but you love me not,
And you have seen me around a lot...
Of all the thing's that I have lost, I miss my mind the most. |