Before i try to find out what's wrong with you i have to look in the mirror and ask myself the same... what's wrong with me?
Abuse made her leave
No where to go
anywhere is better than home
self medicated on heroine
could not handle her mood swings
sober is what she wants to be
but living life alone is worse
than dying of a heroine overdose
I'm not perfect, just all messed up.
I don't know what to say. It's one of those days.... One of those days where I want to just fade away.
In the end, no matter how many times you try to fix things, no matter how many things fall apart and come back together, and no matter how hard it is to let it go, some things will just never go back to how they used to be.
Sometimes I think it would be better to be alone. No friends, no fights, just me alone.
Why did our father put so much pressure on us? When we our only just teens and we just want to be are selves instead this robot our father groomed and raised us to be. Can you tell me why.
Why does my brother who wares the purple always have to be smart when he just wants to be dumb, and just wants to goof off instead of being the one who fixes all the things people break.
Trying to find a place to breath.
Trying to solve this puzzle called life.
Trying to wake from this nightmare.
I'm trying, not to fail.
It's Sad When You See Two People That Grew Up Together Not Even Recognize Eachother..
Not Becuase They Grew Up..
But, Because They Grew Apart
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