Depression so filled
Why live today...
Deep inside.. there is a voice..
a voice that wishes to be heard again...
This is dedicated to Danae Dupuis who died not...
R.i.p Danae...
My friend killed herself
Im trying to get through...
Our dreams we made
Our hopes too...
Im learing to understand
That you will never be a man...
You sit there
Staring at the darkness, this is were you dwell...
You backstabbing b*tch
there you go with my brother wanting to know him...
Laying peacefully on this filthy ground
I hold my breath, not making a sound...
Bird's crying
roes dieing...
As I began by my
sister being awoken...
Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...