Just a poem :)
I dunno..wrote this during lunch...probably sucks..uhh..yeah...sorry.had to edit it.accidentally contradicted myself
Hold out your palm, catch the lies you’re offered.
A song about depression and suicide. Possible trigger.
Patched up with weakened tape.
Untitled, now titled.
That’s all it is.
More whiney crap.Sorry.Uhh.No freaking out you super nice people on here.I wrote this a while back, and I'm fine now.
I wish I could apologise, but I’ve nothing left to say.
This is old and from when I first started writing poems.
Lying is my game, what's yours?