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.
The soldiers that lay down their lives in war everyday. What they hear, and what we pray.
Buried beneath the tallest tree, you cry.
kids can see this through. i found this at 1:23 am and i guess i wanted to share it or something. kudos, guys.
We lose again and again but we continue to fight.
I would like to write better, but was unable to