Hi- I just started to write down the crap that goes on in my head, so don't judge my poems to bad! I will work on them being better, believe me! |
I Wake Up,
Blade In My Hand...
The blade is dull,
and my arm is red...
You don't understand what you mean to me,
you don't even care...
Watch it pierce my skin,
the blood slowly trickles down my arm...
Beyond Reason
Toward Despair...
* I'm Losing The Ability To Live..* |
* I Wish I Could Tell You How I Feel About You * |
* I Tried So Hard To Be Someone Else That I Forgot Who I Am * |