bullet in my head

It Was The Love That Made Me Hold On

My tears are so few Just because I’m here with you Please don’t leave me, please don’t go Otherwise, I’ll overflow With the blood, from my head Goodbye….I’m dead This is what, you could hear If you do, leave me tears Once you say, you don’t love me I’ll be dead, and it’ll be bloody… Continue reading It Was The Love That Made Me Hold On

I’m tired – Poem

I’m tired of the nightmares and reaccurring dreams, can’t someone tell me what the hell it all means. I’m tired of knowing i haven’t met my end, and of knowing the fact i have no true friends. My evil sub-consious is taking control, someone should seal me in a deep dark hole. I don’t know… Continue reading I’m tired – Poem

I’m tired

I’m tired of the nightmares and reaccuring dreams, can’t someone tell me what the hell it all means. I’m tired of knowing i haven’t met my end, and of knowing the fact i have no true friends.

I’m Tired

I’m tired of the nightmares, and reaccuring dreams can’t someone tell me, what the hell it all means. I’m tired of knowing, I haven’t met my end and of knowing the fact, I have no true friends.