Well basically a poem discussing to some extent mental illness, how we are our own worst nightmares and create our own problems, and the epidemic of self pity. If it sucks, I don't care.
I got this idea from a friend of mine that loves to play with squeaky toys. She believes that in her past life she was a cat. LOL! I thought it was funny!
but i dont know
Can we just pretend,Pretend like nothing happend
"You will regret it if you leave me here"
if i was perfect...
You feel so cold, So scared, Like you just seen a ghost.
Someone crying out for understanding.
the end of some peoples lives
A poem of remarkable brevity ,written in regards to my perceptions of life as a whole
I can't have what I want, but I'll settle for less for now.
Everything in my dreams.