"sourounded" poems
Them or no one you tell yourself
Right Its only a couple of nights in hell
Sourounded by the ones you love but they only cause suffering
they become the thing that distinct you from all the girl, what create a differing
An attack on the senses, denses up your head,
Believe all the lies that your mother said
That you will never be the same so why try for a mark you will never hit
To be different, not the same, especially with out a ****
So sure its a good day in your personal hell, sourounded by your favourite feind, but dont worry its not a deadly **** after you surivive this your **** will be cleaned
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Are you sourounded by your dreams or your nightmares?
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC