i would like impute on my writings. i know i am an amateur. so please help, i am only 17 after all this was from my last suicide attempt 12/09/13
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected