"thast" poems
Sitting here all alone
Waiting for somneone
To be there for me
Tell me they care about me
I'm so scared
That I'll be forever alone
Useless, worthless
Thast's all I'll ever be
Maybe you'll care for the
Ghost of me
On the verge
Edge of my
Thin line of sanity
Silently crumbling
Fading to grey
Silly me
Thinking this could work
Someone could care
I could be happy
Silly me actually believing
Someone could want me
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
the onlyu thinh thast soothe;s the ehgverlastingh pai"nm
a bott#Le off whiskyu, and rum/bn
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC