It feels like the end of the world tonight.
For when I get depressed, I'mma write here.
And no one could figure out why he felt invisible.
Anyone wanna hear some poems?
Just a rant.
I feel myself going down, and I don't want to take anyone else with me. This is crap, sorry. I tried.
You've bought yourself a house in hell, sweetie-pie.
Cat got your tongue?
"I don't see it as that odd." said the plastic heart eater. "See, the way I figure it, we down who's to go, judge it ourselves." "kind of like god?" "Yeah, exactly, kiddo, you're alright."
Just a little rant/poem thingy... Just something I've had hidden away for a while.
A poem all about music and what it does to me and stuff
Life is just a game.
False smiles will disappear.
My second foray into poetry expressing how I feel when I can't write.