im timmy c. im what ppl say they wont and need. but thats bullshit. no one wants a nice guy. some one that will buy you ice cream and open the door for you. buy you flowers and wright you poems. no body realy wants some one that dosent lie. im the nice guy that finishes last. im a horabol speller so im sorry about my poems if you cant read them. my intier life iv hand a clowd of darkness folow me whare ever i go constintly raining pain and hait drownding my sole. |
I try-ed! i did! i try-ed so hard! am i aloud to...
New poem its called (I'M DIEING)
DIEING TO BE HELD CLOSE...
Forcing my self in silence ,just to grasp a hint...
knowing the numbness hast to end, not knowing how...
Your never hear.
but the wormth of your heart is neer...
If you want me to leave i was never...
I feel transparent in your arms...
I only feel worm in the darkness when i see light but when im in the light i seek the cold home of my past |
Being alone is my curse my life my purpes. and thats why i hait my self |
After only having darkness you never wana see the light |