I live my life
Without a knife
I scarred my arms
But not no more
My heart is tired
Broken, sore
Torn apart
Piece by piece
She hurt my heart
And then released
And here we go
Once again
I'm moving on
From this town of pain
This hell hole
Taught a lot of things
It taught me love
And the pain it brings
It taught and shaped
My heart and soul
And love has taken
It's hurtful toll
What else can
I really say
What reason is there
For me to stay
Let me smoke my lungs away
Let me sleep till the world decays
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
RandomIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
