My poems come from the heart |
I stroll along to the place i call home
when i open the door...
I wanna cut your wrists
like I've cut myself...
It creeps upon you unexpectedly
giving you chills you never felt...
Many shattered pieces of my life
represented a time i was in pain...
Every waking moment of my life is pain
and for some reason i don't know why...
Every happy moment is followed by a sad moment |
Each day i wake up wondering if u notice me |