God, are you walking with me ?
Carrying me? My lowest ebb...
Death
It is like the end of a story, you do not know...
Grandma now you are gone
and I half to go on...
Torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds...
I'm leaving here on the morning train
And I will never see this world again...
Blades on my wrist,
blood dripping down...
She's sitting in the corner
Her heart is broken...
I wonder, Oh I wonder,
How many silent cries...
Taken so early,
Taken so young...
We know you're looking down on us with your...
And we just want to let you know no one could ever...
Id like to show you a few poems
A few poems written between 3 and 6 months ago...
This was wrote a long time ago and may be one of...
Daddy come and look...