"chocies" poems
1 am You are lying in your bed,
2 am You cant sleep,
3 am You are rgreting your chocies,
4 am You are finding your sight fadeing,
5 am You are batteling for your life,
6 am You are takeing your last breath,
7 am There are wakeing up finding you
DEAD.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
For all of you that worry about me,
I'm getting better you see,
no more hiding anything new,
always making better chocies,
throwing away the past mastakes,
that I coverd with my pain,
no more knives no more pain,
everything I do will always stay.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC