This is a poem i wrote for my mom on christmas...
what i want for christmas...
What is expected from this heart of mine?
Who do I need to be in order to feel alive...
I'm so poor,
So I'm thinkin' about robbin' a store...
K this absolutely sucks but i havent posted a poem...
Febuary 15th...
U no me,
u no how i feel...
I hate your other babies momma
Shes always causing all sorts of drama...
So afraid,
So confused...
The poignant young man sat there, alone in his...
His hearing diminishes and fades numb… is it...
F@$* the red rag..
Ya'll nutters aint nothing but f**s...
Sick of this world, and everyone in it
your all so fake, get the hell out my face...
Life is like a vacuum, it sucks.
There isn’t much that you can do...
Flying high,
Eyes almost blind...