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well most of my poems are depressing because i only write when im depressed *which is most of the time* |
Ill call you dear and you'll take my hand
you'll lead me to failure but I'll understand...
I wake up in the morning,
and put on my shoes...
Why am i the one to cry?
why am i the talker that never talks...
Sitting there watching you
writhe in pain like you always do...
Love lost in all confusion,
being so afraid of affection...
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I'll fallow you unto death, |
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This place is like an acid bath, eating away at me slowly, like it was saposed to. |
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I cant give up ANYONE in order to gain EVERYONE |