How? Why? Who Really Knows? Poem by Kendra Sullivan
How? Why? Who Really Knows?
Why is it i cry?
Why is it i hate you with a passion?
Why could i kill myself at the thought of you?
F*ck me love me hate me kill me screw me blow me.
when i think of u i wanna die when you are around me i wanna cut like i do so you do you torture me?
Monday, October 6, 2008
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