this is a poem i wrote awhile back...most of my poems r
dark and depressing anyway here it is...
"like siting in a burning lake of fire.....chained to the
walls of my torture!!!
like living in a bubble....look but cant touch!!!
if only rules had to be fallowed.....u brake it u buy it
but who would want to buy this broken heart?
sometimes i think even Satan has given up on my poor soul!!!
im a poor excuse for a human being i sad waste of clay God
Himself refuses to fix the potery because its not worth the
so i sit here.....waiting for my time not sure where im
going after this but right now i dont care.....anywhere but