I write poems based on my mood at the time. I will most probably write sad poems. |
I close my eyes,
Press down the blade against my skin...
Who would have thought that on my darkest day,
I could find the light in this deep dark tunnel...
The five years of my life was awful.
Devil disguised as a young girl to inflict...
My childhood was not a happy place.
But it was not a torturing place either...
I could not tell you what's going on with me right...
But I sure wish you were here...
Who would have thought that on my darkest day,
I could find the light in this deep dark tunnel...
I am left without anyone by my side,
All alone, empty and pain...
You Must Be Very Proud Of Ruining My life, But Sister, Let Me Tell You. That Your Gonna Get What You Deserve One Day. |
I burn the cross, so I could smoke my cigarette. |
I rather have one friend who really wants to be my friend, then have a sea of friends who never treated me as a friend. |