No, your right, I am not tough
Yes, every night I cry...
Lies of lovers,
and hardships of friends...
Cowardly and sinful
Is how this act is seen...
I sit here in the winds of December,
Trying only to remember...
Drowning in my own blood,
Welcome to my Depression...
I buried my daughter today,
my soul burns red with pain...
So alone...
she sits in her room...
The feel of you is amazing
its just the perfect rush...
Death is nice
its better than life...
This is my first poem and i'm really nervous about...
No one understands these feelings...
Life is full of pain and lies.
I can't be here anymore...
I just woke up
Mom asked what’s up...