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I'm tired. Tired of all these problems, difficulties, and complexities life has to offer. Tired of feeling this pain inside my chest, tired of making you feel pain and having regrets. I hate you.
from being so comfortable and warm to insecure and cold. my heart, just like a glass plate, couldn't take the instant temperature change so it blew up and shattered.
Thoughts of her throughout the day as it drives me insane in good and bad ways. Is it lust or is it love. She's Satan's black dust and Jesus' white dove.
she is my golden girl.
Momma I'm sorry for making you cry, I don't want our love to dry. You put a smile on face, when I feel like a disgrace. Every word momma say, it knows how to brighten my day.
putting my heart out into something that won't happen. why do i keep hurting myself this way. i want to go somewhere, fall in a pile of hay and look at the pretty blue sky on a wonderful summer day.
all alone, surrounded by bones. my precious heart, torn apart. eyes filled with hate, who will save me from this terrible state?.
Roses are red, Violets are blue. Who would have thought these poems were so true. Never started one off this way, but hey, there's something new everyday.
my words aren't for everyone, think carefully and maybe you'll see. the prevention of my insanity is too far to reach, just like a mermaid, deep, in the great blue sea..
Why is it hard to see, the difference between a want and a need. Should I really go through all this trouble, when I can just get double.
art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
As you think of something, as nothing thinks of you..
As I walk on the dull surface, speculating through my dream, I see a land of opportunity, waiting for me to flee.