I have so much more,
more then the world can see...
My life is a baby boy
Born on Monday...
When life's so hard
And you can't grasp a hand to hold...
Sometimes I wonder
what's the point of life...
Living inside herself,
Trying to hide the pain...
I realize this poem is wierd but when I wrote it...
You may get what you want...
Note** this poem i did not write it was sent to me...
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile...
I am the wild mustang who is free,
Who is so happy and runs with glee...
The people I envy the most are the blind
They can live their lives with just seeing black...
When a lost child cries it needs one to hear its...
Need not to ask why...
When I was five, I didn't want to go to school,
I was scared; I wanted to hide under my bed...
Don't roll the dice,
If you can't play the game...