ya...pretty much sorry if any of mypoems are a little scary for you but its my way of gettign crap out instead of doing something stupid |
I wondered what it'd be like today
To slit my wrists and slip away...
I wanna cut deep and drag it down
I wanna rip through my skin...
This one time I'll try to explain
The reasons for what we do...
I hear America screaming, the terror in each...
Those of the families, their pain echoed in our...
Strum on your guitar
And look up at the stars...
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses |