We are like the seasons Fall and Winter. We fall so much until there is nothing left, then we turn cold and dead to the point where we are a completely different person.
Come closer and let me show you the art of drowning...
I scream and plea all the time, and its not that no one hears me.....its that they don't care.
I used to run from it but now i like pain.
Are the damned cursed with living forever or are they cursed with living horror over and over
Why live thinking about life without living life
La La La...BOOM!! =D *~* \m/(>.<)\m/ *~*
You can say you know how I feel from just looking to my face, But I guess everything I am, I hide on the inside
I can't stop but think that i'm always alone...
~*Darkness surrounds an empty soul*~
A POETRY COMMUNITY
POEMS