I was good girl
In my own world
I did not know
The seeds they sow
Saw no appeal
Knew not the feel
And now I see
What I have been
I'm not the same
It's kind of lame
I love this life
I live my knife
This boy I love
Said rise above
But he don't know
And I don't show
That these red lines
Help me define
I like my pain
Begin again
Lose touch with thought
Look what they brought
To me that night
I lost the fight
My mind is gone
I am not strong
I lost myself
I'm on a shelf
Away from life
To end my strife
Bro says forget
And never let
Yourself be changed
But I'm deranged
I love my live
...
But live this knife
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PoetrySo I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...