I like to write, my poems are a little bit different, but i dont write them for ppl to like i write them for me to like. I havent been doing to great lately. as you could probably guess i cut. I also have some issues with my dad i address in a few of my poems. |
Trapped in a corner
Shaded by lies...
I lay here
Sprawled across the Pavement...
Dear "friend"
I tell you one thing about my world...
I am sick of my sorrow
I am sick of your lies...
What do i do when cuttings not enough?
Everyday living in agony...
I have a bath tub and a thing of yogurt I can survive anything! |