Biography of Bobby Roberts
Myself, looked upon with no emotions towards anything, but regret and misery. I grew up a bad boy, and shaped into a around all, logical, and very brillaint person.
My bio isn't want has happened in my life. Only of what is going to happen. You may want to know my past, but i hold the secret. I shall write a book some day on it. But for now, only 16 of age, i shall show you my present. And to you, it will be the past, although i only wait for your future.
Bobby Roberts Poems
Writing To Erin (Feb.14 08 7: 46pm)
Stress in the morning. Stress in the evening. Stress everyday, man what am i feeling?
Death Train (8/24/08 12: 30am Sun)
The death train is coming from the tunnel of sorrow filled with dead passengers from yet the days of torromows.
To Wish Upon A Fallen Star
I wish, I wish upon a star, so i can see who you really are.
Never Really Know (Jan 22 09 Thurs 1: 27...
The sunset dies and the stars come out. looking, but not seeing, talking bout not breathing.
Not To Far
Here I walk to the valley of death, smelled so bitter.... it took my breathe.
Unspoken Thoughts (8/24/08 Sun 12: 07am)
The thoughts lurking in time are leaving a stain in my mind. I'm remembering of my recent thoughts of death, destroying my breath.
Stuck In My Own Thoughts & Dreams (9/4/0...
Not a day goes by that I want to die. Not a day goes by that I don't
The day I will die, is the day i was born. Feeling torn inside, I don't know if I can hide this
Not To Far
Here I walk to the valley of death,
smelled so bitter....
it took my breathe.
Darkness creeps, faster towards me.
Depression worsen, so much tragedy.
Blood drips from my smile....
My numbers in, Clocked & Dialed.