"I know I am ugly,I know I am fat,I Know I am akward, I know I am an idiot,I know I shouldn't be here,I know I should be alone,I know I am a jerk,I know all this things.... I know something tho... I know she won't care. I know she will make me high again... I know I will love again.... The question is not when or where.. the question is who? Who can give me the reason to wake up every morning? Who will hold me when I cry? What if that someone is already dead? What if that someone is asking her self the same question?... So many questions,but too little answers."
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Shrooms Grew Out Of Your Words
PoetryShort Written Portions Of A Wonderfully Hurt Mind. Words and thoughts of a 16 year old boy, who's feelings change as each poem is written.
