im 16 i love to write poems ive been keeping them to myself for the longest time till now i feel its time to express myself.i may dress emo or gothic but im n eitheer. im me i dress how i wanna dress act how i wanna act i dnt try to please noone but me i know wht its like to be hurt heatbroken cheated on destroyed and comletly hated but because ive beeen thru that i can right the poems i write. so i actully have to think every guy that has broken my heart if it wont for them i wouldnt have these poems.. i m real and love to tlk to friends unless im depressed.)
Save Me
dark room dark thoughts, my love, life everything...gone someone take me free me i dont wanna be me save me.i need to be freed theres something holding me here it wont let me go im scrathing scream bleeding someone take me free me i dont wanna be me save me.