i write to let out my feelings. my poems are not the greatest but they let the world know how i feel. |
As I listen to the voice I hear
Screaming inside my head...
Her skin so pale
Her hair the color of golden silk...
Everyday I see you
My day gets so much better...
Give me a gun
give me a blade...
As I sit here crying,
these tears of pain...
I HATE MY FATHER. I HOPE HE BURNS IN HELL. |
Why after so long is it still so hard to look at u with out my heart aching????? |
Juggalos and juggalettes, down wit' the clown, pass the family luv, |