eat shit and die
FEELING LIKE MY MIND IS BECOMING MINE AGAIN.
AFTER A LITTLE TIME SPENT IN MY OTHER HOMES
WITH THE ONES WHO CONSIDER ME, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY
FAMILY --- I THINK I FINALLY KNOW WHERE I STAND.
I STAND ALONE, AND I FALL DOWN SOMETIMES
BUT YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME IN A HEAP OF MYSELF, AND
YOU'LL NEVER FIND MY HEART ON A SHELF.
BEATING IN MY CHEST, FULL OF BLOOD,
FILLING WITH BRUISES. BUT STILL THERE.
IT'S NOT THE WORDS, ITS THE VOICES. (HIS VOICE KILLS ME.)
LIVING MY OWN LIFE, MAKING MY OWN CHOICES.
STAYING AT A DISTANCE UNTIL ITS MY TIME. WHEN TOMMOROW
COMES I'M GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT.
(all i need are family, friends and a healthy infatuation to give me
an identity. but who am i on my own? just a kid with dreams and
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