Psycho Poem by Bekie Carroll
Psycho
Why was i like that?
what was i psycho?
why was i so disturbed
to carve 'crazy' in my arms
and worst of all
try to take my own life
why do i miss those times
when i had not a care in the world
when i never let the love unfurl
it was all hatred
in my heart, mind, and soul
why do i miss being that way?
why did it have to get old?
4/9/05
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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