nothing more than distorted thoughts from a worthless, dirty sou |
She asked me, "why, why don't you just stop...
i replied, "honestly, i do try."...
Pointless thoughts tumble through my head
not sure what i'm gonna do, where i'll tread...
Constantly ashamed of my life and haunted nightly...
Why did I have to be born...
The smell of sunflowers and cigarettes.
The mixture i have known for years...
I was aching for any kind of human contact.
It wasn't that long ago I was downshifting to pass...
I came home, with not even a light on to greet me.
It didnt matter whether I came back or not...
The smell of Sunflowers came into the room.
how sweet the smell, i've always like Sunflowers...
All I ever wanted was to be a good boy. [make you...
Mommy, I'm just four years old. [I am so confused...
It is said that, [[a picture is worth a thousand words.]] |
The motivated thought of the depressed: |
Social skills are shot to s**t, when paranoia starts to hit. |