i mianly write what you would call dark poems.its not that im depress it cuz i think dark pomes are beautiful. writing poems allows me to express my emothin with out tell someone. it also keeps me sane, i like to
the blade runs arcoss my vein.
liqued life flows away.
no longer alive, but not yet dead
Pain, sorrow, lonely pain.
make up my life, pertending to be happy.
hurting, depressed, known to well.
to tired to care, to fix what is broken.
Misery needs a home.
it takes root in the depths of my soul.
surrounding it's self with anger and pain.
makeing my life what seems like hell.
i love you
wrote in stares across the sky.
wraped it around you.
a lovers huge.