"I never thought I'd die alone,
another six months I'll be unknown,
give all my things to all my friends,
you'll never step foot in my room again,
you'll close it off and board it up,
remember the time that I spilled the cup,
of apple juice in the hall?
please tell mom this is not her fault."
- Adams song, by blink-182
ugh, this song. :(
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Poetry- Here's to the kids who break some days and have scars to prove it. • depression / anxiety / suicide / self-harm • {poems, quotes, thoughts, lyrics, etc.} » obviously, I don't own all of these. the poems are mine, unless stated otherwise. [i don't...
