The knife is my friend
It holds the key...
NOT knowin WHY IM HERE, I SITT HER THINKIN WHY...
gOD TAKE ME IN TO YOUR ARMS AND SHOW ME WHY IM...
Lies, sorbid memories continue returning to my...
In time, most pain fades away, the rest hidden...
Hitting my head against the wall,
cutting my arm the blood that falls...
Depression so filled
Why live today...
This Poem is also in Sad, Depression but i also...
4 times...
This isn\\\'t a poem this is a true storey that...
It was about 3:20p.m. on Saturday July 23rd, 2005...
Your hands were as cold as ice,
That’s when you’ve rolled your dice...
Her eyes are cold,
Everything she says is hate...
How I wish I also have lived my life close to my...
in the Pearl of the Orient Seas...
The sky was clear, Not a cloud in sight.
A play to my left, bazaar to my right...
Where my ladies at?
they ain\'t here...