R.I.P.- Sammie |
Slowly fading away,
Slowly going...
Me being weak,
Its ok for others...
What you see is not what you get
Trust the words...
The chick you see,
With the plastic smiles and the so called...
You kiss me, I'll kiss you back. You laugh, I'll...
I'm writing this poem for a signal of help,
Or maybe I'm writing it to re-assure myself...
Does anybody wonder why I'm scared,
Can they even realize I've been there...
I dont know which fact is more painful...The fact that no one loves/cares about me or the fact that I care about people that love hurting me. |
You cant fix me.....My heart is to broken to ever repair or replace. |
You cant spell funeral with-out fun. |