The way you treat me,
you're ruining my life...
Let me tell a story
Of a young girl's life...
Let the blood drip from my eyes,
As I stare at my reflection...
Falling through the cold,
Hearing the sounds of screaming nights...
Walking down a street with a boy who has no bones...
who cares to say...
I live underground,
beneath the soil I trod...
I DON"T WRITE POEMS
I JUST LIKE TO COMMENT THEM...
The rough cemented surface,
Presses cold against my skin...
I lay in the earth so still; so quiet.
The sun's poison still seeps through my organic...
Walking trough the graveyard at night
with every glance A frighting sight...
I heard a yell for help so i open my 5 story...
i kept on hearing a knock so i open the front door...
I was born with love tattooed into my soul and...
wrapped up in a body that lacks satisfaction...