hey just sum'more poetry... i am bored and really depressed if thats what you want to call it... enjoi my misery![/size
Title biggrin rops Of Blood
fearless, and strong the strength to carry on. that's what i was in the past... but not anymore I'm weak in the inside and that is something i can't ignore self destruction is out of fear just imagine all the pain cradled... in that one little tear these walls around me are all from the past why can't i carry on? why do the fatal memories always last? trickles of blood running down my eyes like a river filled with pain and despise. no one understands me.. and even if they try... they just carry on with their own lives. pain is in the present and happiness is yet to come cause i will soon return to were i came from.
xdemonicallyxyours13x · Fri Aug 18, 2006 @ 07:02pm · 0 Comments |