I'm just always watching people and myself. I'm always compared to my mother, which I hate the most. 14 and always moving, because of the military. It gets hard now becuase I'm alone and no ones around. I'm stading in spite of myself. My peoms are the only way, I know to show how I really feel. Becuase I've bared my real self to know how to show it. |
I am look back,
Pictures...
I'm bothered by the thoughts,
The feelings...
Broken Angel
The Broken Angel is on the ground...
Haunted
To walk those once light steps...
I\'m sinking into the sweet lies,
As I breathe in the cold air...