Ya. I really don't even know too much of myself. My thoughts are...non existent. I am just a person who walks around this place just waiting for my escape! But I love to read peoples comments on my poems. I love feedback. |
There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day...
My heart screams in words of hate,
nothing matters nothing to await...
Everything i told you
it never mattered...
Close to the door he paused to stand,
As he took the class ring off her hand...
Brought into this world
To be subjected to the torturous ways...
Journey into the darkest parts of your mind
Far off chants signal eternal doom...
Bleed for the ill
See for the blind...
Lost and confused by my choice
Wanted to make things better and lost my voice...
Thank you for teaching me only how to hate
Thank you for teaching me the only feeling of...
Standing here watching the world fly by
Hands are tied...
How do you move on when letting go will kill you? |
Quitters give up when the going gets tough. |
You take so many pills, |