You say you somehow wound up at my door,
I'm sick of your lies....I don't need you anymore...
I've written this a thousand times
I never get it right...
Rehabilitation
September 8, 2014 at 6:04am...
You have spent almost half your life locked up...
Leaving countless victims in your wake with...
Im numb from all the tears
I have nothing left to feel...
Another night
one more fight...
How do I begin writing this when everyone else has...
Thousands of similar rhymes to explain how many...
She'll pretend to be your friend
For over three years...
Silence is Golden...
in a temple of peace or solitude...
I read your letter,
so cold and mean...
Best friends forever
is what you would say...
Dead inside
I wanna cry...