if i don't make it back here by tomorrow
than do me a favor and get yourself out
i have finally drowned myself in sorrow
because i've lost what i most care about
i don't care if i can't pick myself back up
i know i belong down here on the floor
after all, who'd want to help a ******** up
if i needed the help then i'd ask for more
i can't catch a break, so i break away to seclude myself
people say that it's not good, that it's bad for your mental health
people like to talk when they don't have to talk about themselves
do they think i care? truthfully i do but oh ******** well
if i don't make it back here by tomorrow
then do me a favor and show yourself out
i've finally drowned my stupid self in sorrow
don't blame yourself when you've got me to shout
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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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