Still to this day
I question why it had to be you...
No matter where i am, no mater how far I am from...
* this is to my father when he passes away. meant...
I am so sick and tired,
for I am never admired...
As i lie here barely awake, i have one thing to...
~*~i wrote this poem one day i just felt like...
Here comes the rain,
washing away my pain...
Nan you no i love you
even though your dead...
Gotta love it
Oh you love it...
People laughing all over the Earth,
Giggling and being jolly for everything they're...
Ready to manipulate the paper
I sit down at the table...
Taking out this shiny knife
I make a new cut tonight...
Its nights like these
The ones where the depression...
My mother tucked me in that night
Kissed my head and turned out the light...