when i draw i sometimes think of a poem that goes with the pic. . .i read alot. . .an (i love u alyssa) :) |
My life's so fake its almost make believe
its full of illusions and stubborn reminiscences...
When i am thinking of you:
My eyes are hurting...
Rest here
As the storm rises...
What's the point of wanting the family together
When your not even there to be with them...
They are still clueless
And it has been 17 years...
Roses are red
The blood that flows...
I dont wanna
Eavesdrop into the evils...
Why look ahead when you can look back?
Why live when you can die...