Tonnybon and Treats.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Help. 'o7

My life is twisted

I hate this shit.

You don't know me.

Though you may think you do.

Yeah... I smile.

But it's not true.

Real eyes never lie.

But mine are decieving.

My blood counts decresing.

My love for you increases.

Fuck a poem.

This is my thesis.


It's all I see; all I read.

I don't know my damn self, so I'm takin psychology.

Cause my out look doesn't match my mentality.

Am i sick or am I happy?

I have a mother but where's my daddy?

Why'd he go?

Shit, I don't know.

I write down these words, but when I speak I choke.

You think you know me?

Well you don't know SHIT

And if this is life.

Fuck it I quit.

I don't know myself...

Where's my councelor? I need help.