If you could just see as well as I can pretend.
Impossible memories and impossible smiles.
Ever thought about the passing of time, and what time has seen?
If I can still remember, how could you forget?
Poem I wrote about my depression
I would like to write better, but I hope it's not so bad.
Ghost town lived on with the whispers of song.
Don't worry your sweet little head. It won't ever leave you. One day it will take over. You would give your life for it. And one day you will.
because i have none.
Where do you want to go to? Heaven? Or maybe Hell? Make your choice.
It's our life. We make our own decisions and sometie our own path.
No matter where we are, or what we look like. We are the same.