Why should I worry about this.
Is it even my own Life i live
or is it someone else
cause I can't move o from the past
so why should I care about know???
My life is shatter into a million tiny things
try to help myself to romance
but all it did was tear me apart
Why should I cry over love
cause all i do is BLEED out into the open
Feels like i'm breathing poison instead of air...
These are my broken days of Rose.....
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My Dark Days
PoesiaThese are my broken days were i ponder of what it means to live ,love and lie
