poem # 2 |
I wake up, look in the mirror and I'm itchin to dieMany ways to take my life, contemplating suicideMy eyes don't lie, I have nothing to hideFearing the ride of death never breaks my strideSo easy to d...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:46:00 GMT |
my poem :) |
Where am i: under the night sky
Im listening to: the whistle of the wind
Im watching: the memory of blood running down your face
Im playing with: the teddy bear you gave me last valentines day
Im dati...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 13:00:00 GMT |
