I can't spell! I'm a girl. No I'm not weird at all well maybe a little bit but that is what makes me different. I wrtie my poems on days that i feel so alone and have words that being tears to my eyes. I don't like when people only look at the poems and dont' rate or comment at all. |
People tell me that I'm not worth living
They take and leave...
Watch me slip on by
Hear me cry...
Here i lie
in your arms...
I don't know why
I want to die...
What if the world ended
and it was only me...
Sitting on a bomb, I feel it tick. Waiting for it...
Move and leave. I can't take this talk of suicide...
You make me wonder
If you really care for me...
That night I sat and thought
Held that memory when we first met...
I found a old shoe under my bed
It smelled like rad...
Phycail Pain is better then mental pain |
What does a dead pen show? |
The gift of death is grief. |