Hey! I write my poems mostly about situations that i have been no, im not suicide but i have known people that are and how they feel |
Inside these walls hold many secrets
and many long winded stores about...
Life its a part of death
and death, its apart of life...
Some days there are just no words to tell you how...
Life its a part of death
and death, its apart of life...
Inside these walls hold many secrets
and many long winded stores about...
Sometimes life crumbles before us
Windows shatter...
The pain was used as a release
The blood gave her peace...
My world is not happy, my happy place has locked me out, and all I want to do, is get away. Running and screaming and crying, as the tears from the sky drench me, with the reality of my decision. And the knowing, that things with never be the same. |
Its not the past by witch you judge a person but by the person standing in front of you facing the world ready for all it has to hit them with |