They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

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

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

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

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

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