i can feel my heartbeat, but it's not my own
i can think my thoughts but they're not alone
i can feel his presence watching over me
never really knowing what life could really be
robbed of a soul that will never grow up
replaced by a person who knows he's not enough
oh what you could have been and could have done
to think my parents were robbed of their perfect son
i don't know why these things occur
i'd like to blame god but i'm not completely sure
this sick and churning feelings that i swear aren't mine
i'm honestly just living through what i call borrowed time
i'm sorry that i've let you down, you must be ashamed
and honestly i understand because i feel the same
if i could trade place with you i wouldn't hesitate
until we meet in person i'll curse my ******** fate
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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