Cobwebs in dark corners, left there to stay.
Whispered words from lips, sewn shut.
I have no idea what this is.
Opinions are bothersome
The collection of words that come freely through my fingers, and become alive in through my chords
Is anyone there to help me?
I feel like I wanna change.. So yeah. Rate and review?
Be mine tonight.
A poem about her
Wow these are getting worse and worse as I keep writing.
This poem is pretty shit but I'm too fucked up to care right now.
I am nothing.
I can't hold on any longer.