February 2009
Don't you feel. Don't you see. Don't you hear. Look into my eyes and see, feel my sickness. Hear my prayers in the night. Touch my heart. Be infected. Die tonight. I hate when you play with me. So sca
PAIN! Is what you gave me. HURT! Is what I feel inside. RAPE! You took my pride and made me gay. HATE! You are dancing in and out my mind. My childhood is gone, (Hate) you were my friend. (You) How d
The air around me still feels like a cage. Can breathe in but can't breathe out. Feeling anxious for my future, can it be one out there? The past fucked-up my mind. And now and then it fucks me again.