When those you loved
Have gone away...
Eyes so precious,
Hidden by a bruise...
I held out my hand
Palm...
I was so brave
But you weakened me...
Day by day you're losing your colour,
Becoming like you were that summer...
The dad I have never known.
Never knew my dad, guess I should be glad...
Cut it open,
Make it bleed...
"I'm my own worst enemy."
That's what my actions say to me...
Hey guys if you cant see the poems a made
I'm not coming on anymore...
My eyes will forever remain
empty, cold, and dry...
Stupid things surround me
why are they even here...
It has an old fasioned way of writing throughout...
Dear...