I doent no,
i doent no what iam gona do with my life.

Stop and stare i thini iam moving but i go no ware.

That last little hope i had i wasted on you.

My hearts crippled by the pain you keep causing.

Is it funny to you. to watch me crash and burn. to watch me cry, to watch me bleed is that funny.

Why do you love to watch me crash and burn?

I fall as hard a s i try.

Everything is going to fast i jsut want time to enjoy whats infront of me.

Poetry is there poetry is everyware i find my poetry in here in the blood that run through my vains the frown that runs across my face the scars that run benath my sleevs the tears that are hidden from the truth.

I site there with blood dripping down my rist, screaming asking god to take this pain away.