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.
Bloooooooooood.
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.