The pains and troubles,
of all these years...
The sun rises,
over the hill...
This poem i wrote when i was 12.
One night i found a hole...
This was there story,
Of love at first sight...
By herself she walks,
the lonely streets...
Living here,
with no lights...
I bear the marks,
of a life full of sin...
In this place,
where nightmares roam...
My old Friends,
sitting near by...
Years ago,
we were as close as could be...
Why do you do that?
hit me that way...
There's a place i know,
where no one will go...