Fuck me, Fuck me is all i said. When i was done I found you dead. Theres nothing more that i can say you lay there dead day after day.
So cold so stiff rigamortize is setting in. The smell is awuful and so rank I think I will throw you out after our next date.
I write these words and write these poems to get out all the pain and sorrow.
Not to be read just to sit their on my table never to be seen.
A open honest opinion about me. It helps a bit but not to much.
Cutting my veins is not nearly enough. Drugs and alchoholto push push the feelings away. These are rants not ryghmes something bad to pass the time.
Dont feel sorry for me. Your pitty is not what i seek.
I just want you to feel the pain,sorrow,and depression that I feel, theres no amount of pain i cant take. But a little understanding can heal more than any can imagin.
Feel for me never against the sadness is gone for every tear that I admit.
I feel alone when you are not around.
I cannot smile unless im near you.
You make me feel like i finally belong in this world.
I cant feel nothing when you are away. You stole my heart i gladley gave it away.
You drive me crazy with your caress.
I love you and will never stop loving you.
Agape&Eros
Sadness and pain these are the emotions that came.
Loniliness and agony these are all i sense.
There are no ups or downs, no middles or in betweens all these fellings make me feel unclean.
No one knows my veiws of this world. THis world is meloncholy with depression.
A shot of sorrow chased with a rolled paper of shame.
Destroyed so young never had a chance to play any of the childrens games. Crying in bed for some time. Poeple never notice over their own cries.
Three inches to happiness three more inches to pain guiding the razor down my veins I have only three more iches to go befor I am in my grave
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