You wouldn’t understand the kind of hell I am in
My brain pacing hectically within
Was my life taken away?
Leaving me with a horrid trail of dismay
It felt like the sort Causing my mind to shift, twis...
Is down a path most have misread
I now hold my gut as it is drenched with dread
From words YOU produced Hurting our youth
Tearing our souls Piece by Piece
Taming us to be sympathetic … below yo...
To be true to our version of real, we must first dip our toes into our experiments on pain.
Sometimes with sorrow;
Not knowing the outcome.
always fixating on the image that pays no gain
Until, one da...