I find my poetry a relief from all the emotions that I keep inside and hide. Through love, friends, and people I knew... Too much of anything can be bad... |
Scattered thoughts like the photographs upon her...
Investing her heart's deepest desires with such...
Scattered thoughts like the photographs upon her...
Investing her heart's deepest desires with such...
Clenched fists in fear,
Holding back the tears...
A lifeless body as your whole,
Tainted misery as far as you can go...
Pretty eyes and gorgeous hair, All you'll ever see...
Why is it that when we met you didn't care, You...
Rub salt into the wounds of those you've love'd,
with no words left unsaid you done it before...
Suicide leaves only trails of bloody tears |
You can fall, but when you hit, remember me the one you missed. |