i dont care if i was shot or almost dead. these last words have said my true mind. what turnes life inside out. but im going to take the pain on. you mean more to the world ill be the wings that hold you safe. you are my most prized possestion. i will fight to keep you safe to move along. im just your guardian angel that will take all lifes danger till i die to help you threw lifes games.

my storie isnt really that important. i dont want things to hurt you.  to me your just a glass vase that holds the perfect mistory

all the feelings of night wasting away from parting and waking up the next morning with some one who you don't actually remember what the **** happened.

you memorie is erases so you cant even find out what happen last night.

all your friends lok like **** even your life is filled with regrets.
doing things making the night glow and grow more intense with insanity with no limits.

no one wants to say any thing when one of us has to speak with the person who took our souls along with us.

every night being away parting lifting spirets away with good times and giggels that haunt us forever.


there isnt any were to turn exept trying t know what actually happened to me.

life is full of mistory and questions of what the **** happened to all of us no memorie of what happened no idea who the hell where i have ended up

As i look in the mior at my self i see two sides of me one bright and beautiful and the other a mistory awiting to be discovered. My mind is where i spend most of my time thinking long thoughts. Pondering on what is going on. My friend is my own creativity a poet esacpinv my reality i live is hell i cant escape. My mind is full of things i cant explain. Ideas creative exiting but road lesss traveled. Bc beyong every bend is a mistake i make every time i open a new door to my own hell. Where god or satan has no control over. I am a walking hell setting wild fires with nothing left bright or beautiful. In my life there is no sun just a world of hell. If i let you see what i see you might lose your mind and go psychoticly crazy just to escape the pits of fire i walk threw. Wind chimes blow giving a chill to the air leaving me with chills of fear down my spine. My bipolar is like a roaler coster a speeding car that crashes into another cras sometimes. Most of the time i spend my time in my head thinking long thoughts pondering on the possibilitys of what is true and what is false. Week after week im stuck in my head just with all my thoughts that never seem to end it never tires me at all. My friend dont follow mw unless you wish to walk in hell like me