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...
I'll fallow you unto death, |
This place is like an acid bath, eating away at me slowly, like it was saposed to. |
I cant give up ANYONE in order to gain EVERYONE |