It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...
I'm writing with the only past left of me
Whenever you read this...
Imaginary whips
Imaginary lashes...
Just A kid looking For Some T.L.C
In all the wrong places...
I see through another's eye's
Night after night looking through the glass...
Should be happy but I'm mad on the inside so much
pain and anger build up with in I feel it flowing...
Here I sit slowly wishing for my death to come,
Cul-de-sac...
The past has its way of creeping up on people and...
The experiences we go through either make up...
Two different women names his mouth calls,
One in a prayer and another one in curse...
Memories so cruel, Hold me in their grasp.
Hold me, until the breath is my last...
I didn't have to write
or say what is right...
Its funny how hello is always accompanied with...
Its funny how remembering good memories can make...