My name is Alana, and I mostly write sad poesm. I have written a lot of poems I just haven't had time to get them up here yet. |
You don't complain or criticize
Your love inspired me to be anything...
You are now older
The road becomes harder...
Why did you have to go?
Your such a better person than me...
Why is it you can say what you think but when I do
You assume the worst...
As I sit in my closet and cry because what people...
I start to hate life and what is stands for...
I hate things that creep and crawl
Specially when they are hairy...
How could you do this to me?
You broke my heart...
What's this feeling I have inside?
That I can't quite explain...
In a mess of chaos
Shewn about the room...
Why do people always dream big but won't reach for the stars? |
I am starting to lose the diffrence between reality and fiction. |
If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do. |