no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

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

A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body