One more day to spend in hell.
i aint going nowhere...
I try blinking away the tears,
that fall for this day last year...
Last One
The pressure in my day keeps me struggling...
The world can seem like a very dak and lonely...
you can be depressed and constital staring out...
They say freak when you\\\'re singled out
maybe i should just take another route...
So you think that I don’t care,
Is that the truth...
I picked up a journal to read what it said,
to see what thoughts actually occupied my head...
That little girl,
With the knive...
*I know this poem is kind'a long..
Just try reading it.. Of all the poems i posted...
Il y a du brouillard
Le ciel est couvert...
Etre de les lune
J’allume...
When she was younger, she was quite fine
She once made a habit of being most kind...