I'm trying to find a place for my writing.
Somewhere deep inside By Sometimes I feel like death might be best, I’m tired of taking God’s test, Sometimes I do my best to pass god's test,
By Yvonne Knight8 years ago in Poets
When you come around, I am broken on the ground. You call to me like a siren, Like a sailor sailing the ocean, I cannon resist your abysmal bliss.
Mr. Tin Man Mr. Tin Man, why do you want a heart? They fall apart, At the drop of a hat. Did you not know that? In fact I have many scars across my heart,
Pills Made Me Ill Doctors filled me with pills, That made me Ill, Baclofin put thoughts in my head, That I’d be better off dead,
What can we expect from today’s youth raised on YouTube? A generation that would rather smoke weed than read, A generation that thinks that weed’s a miracle seed,
+I find it so absurd that people cannot express their hurt with words, Loud gunshots are all that is heard, A boy lie bleeding in the streets,
