Life is shit and so am I
I am over it and this is why
I am tired and worn
The story of my life
Is more then I like to share
So many secrets
It may look like I don’t care
Help me please I need it I am hurting quite a bit.
My broken heart is crying my wounded soul is dieing.
Razor blade it chases me, it will not let me be.
He tells me I’m not worth a thing with an evil ring.
Oh sweet shiny razor blade with u my pain begins to fade
I love to feel your cold sharp edge on which my life does wedge
Oh to feel u on my skin can’t wait for u to begin
On you I so much rely I hold u tight when I cry
yes i love poetry an poetry is my life its wat i think an who i am i live with my pen in hand i started to write when i was bout 13 but got more into it when i was 14 as that was the first year i went to scool, annd that was hard that accounts for all my bad an suicidel poems but since then i hav come far an now write both good and bad and ha ...