Jealous
me...
O hw much i h8 da world it treats me lik friggin...
I hear breaths being taken, some first some last.
People leaving quickly, some say that they passed...
Lived a rough life
and had family that neva realli cared...
(this is a poem me and my friend eman took turns...
(me) some like it, others hate it...
My friend was one day..
acting so strange..during spanish class...
Since I was thirteen
I had dreams...
I GREW UP A GOOD KID LETTING NOTHING GET IN MY WAY
IF I WAS PRESSURED TO DO WRONG I KNEW WHAT TO SAY...
It starts with the alarm six oclock in the...
Risen From the bed hairs a mess an im yawning...
As I sit beside my tranquil pond,
And gaze into its pristine depths...
In forests of my western land,
If you listen, the hush you'll hear...
It seems so easy to break me down..Like its a big...