Did you ever hear them? Your voices in your head, telling you all this crazy stuff, fucked up shit?
Of course you haven't, you haven't been through what I have atleast I hope not.
Want to switch bodies, i bet my pain is worse then your pain. Let's see who the real crazy one is.
Let's see who's been through hell, and who think they have been through it.
Let's see who can handle their pain, let's see who'll end themselves here.
You said you wanted me, let's see if you can be me first. Trust me you cant handle me, the shit I see in daily bases is crazy. But yet I'm the fuckin psychopath remember.
These voices get louder and louder everyday, echoing and ringing in my ears. I now remedie for the noise it involves alot of bottles.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoesíaA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
