poem

Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is sweet Guy's can't wrap gifts for shit. After tonight's fiasco, I'm swearing by gift bags. Every time I look in my closet, post carnage, I'm hit with a wave of the closest thing to clinical depression you can imagine. But, on the upside, it's whats IN the...

You've cuffed my wrists, up over my head. You've tied my ankles, to the posts of the bed. You slowly come over, with a devious grin. And climb up on to me, My torso you pin. You start to run nails, all over my tummy. Then I start to squirm, and you find this funny! "Come on now, LAUGH!"...

Why is this world so Evil? Why all the hate and lies of Pain? My is Dull and Boring wanting to crawl back into a corner tears running down my Cheek My friends are no more left and Gone All alone falling down a spiral to No where ness Come Lord Come Lord help and watch over me in my sad times...