Comments about Arron Fowler
The sad poem
Come save me my darling I am so lost.
Head's spinning backwards and forwards.
All I see Is darkness no room for the light.
When beauty is wrong and ugly is right.
Sleep for hours but still feel exhausted
Body's fed up it don''t want to work.
Minds playing games, who's laughing at me.
My figure, my skin, my insecurity.