i love writing and singing... i love playing guitar. i know my poems are bad but each one of them means something to me and each one of them has a meaning and a background behind it... all of them had a reason to be written so they mean alot to me. |
I remember when I was five
I thought you were the greatest man alive...
I don’t think you know what you mean to me
But you mean a lot...
You may think you have know me
But you don’t know s**t...
I almost gave in today
But I didn’t because of you...
I cant help but blame myself
for all the pain I felt...
Trying to hide how I feel isn't working this time
My pain is coming out for everyone to find...
The shattered memories are left behind
The gift of my heart was given to you till the end...
She sings to herself and the room grows silent
Feared if they speak she would stop...
I see a young girl and I'm sure you would agree
I watch and remind myself of me...
I die again
I’m a victim to myself...
Life is good, Life is great, to bad life to me is hate |