These are questions to myself to try and understand who i am. You can use them for yourself or even answer them, the choice is yours.
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually