I write poems about experiences. Or shit i need to get off of my head. I find thats what makes them so well that they're so true so the flow is ya know fixed together so well. if that makes sence. |
How can you say you even cared
You were never there...
How do i let you go?
Where do i begin...
The more i think
about what you did...
Everyone was asleep
the pain started to cut deep...
To move on in present day
means you have...
I wish i could
gather all my tears...
Why dont you get a razorblade and carve your name into my wrist so everyone knows you left me like this. |
All the pain i thought i knew all the thoughts lead back to you back to what was never said back -n- forth inside my head i cant handle this confusion im unable come and take me away |