My mind is like an over crowded room
There's too much stuff...
Many of us write sad poems,
but few of us really are not sad...
Toxic
I want to run through your veins and poison...
IS IT MY FAULT THAT I AM THE WAY I AM
OR IS IT LIFE'S FAULT FOR BRINGING ME INTO THIS...
The time is at hand
The day you were born my heart swelled with pride...
Hold the stomach in.
Brush away the blemishes...
The worlds changed
Thats how I see it...
I lay down at night
with tears in my eyes...
I'm a cutter
A slicer...
You can wonder all day long what it'll be like to...
Too many things I need to do,
overwhelmed by reasons to live...
I don't know what to do
I don't know who to trust...