Pills And Violence
Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
Holding my blade tight.
Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
Holding my blade tight.
I enjoyed reading this poem. I can totally relate to it because of personal issues of my own. I'm glad you were able to break the chains that bound you to the lifestyle. I'll be reading more...
in Cheating Poems
I loved you so much.
I didn't care what others said.
When people said you're not loyal,
I'd stare and rock my head.
I was head over heels for my ex, everyone would talk bad about him and I would always stand up for him. One day my friend told me she saw him out with another girl and I denied it until we...
in Grandfather Death Poems
I didn't know you very well,
But I knew you were Pop.
I really miss you every now and then.
And I will never stop.
my grandpa has passed away. he was very sick his body just started shutting down a little every day and he wanted to die at home and he got his wish my mom and me were with him when he died...