I love the arts . I've been through alot with depression and betrayal of friends as you can problably tell from my poems. |
Why are these mirrors so mean?
Why can't they show me what I want to see...
She's finally lost control,
Her identity...
Today she's going to tune them out,
Instead of sitting there with a pout...
Oh how appealing,
The thought of eternal slumber...
I'm tired of being referee,
I just want to be free...
As she lays there crying herself to sleep,
They sleep quite content with the torture the...
Getting better is scary, |
I would tell you what my favourite day is, |
Why is it that whenever I cry I feel so dry and empty? |