• when i lay on my bed i hear nothing, while outside the wind blows on my face. never ending coldness is what i am , why am i hear to rot.
    lifes fun and sad my tears are pure blood while maggots crawl over my eyes
    thunder storms happen earthquakes kill yet im still live when im yet a teen
    why is it ever year you start to love life but when you want out you cant do it.
    a poam by Dark crying