The story of my life
Screwed over by men...
I'm from my small-town pool,
Brothers and sisters being cruel...
Dont call me a b---h, a prep, or a w---e
Stay out of the way, its my turn to score...
* This poem isn’t about me, but it relates...
You think you got it bad, don’t you...
You tell me \"it\'ll all be ok\" but do...
Let the wind abide you by your touch.
Your sensation, ever much...
On rare occasions I will hear
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger...
I've left behind my past,
walk forward without your words...
Its big as a mountain, looks as if the world could...
A rocky grayish black cloud starts ti firm up in...
I’m like September 11th
The tower that crashed...
A “broken†habit seeps through
The cracks of your mind...
You think once again i will take you into my...
I wish you knew how you hurt me, to feel the pain...