roses reminding me of blood stains <br />thinking of the life i took <br />thinking 'that could f been someone's son' <br />to myself <br />regretting what I've done <br />not knowing of my future or past <br />im stuck in the middle <br />the middle of nowhere <br />its the beginning of the end <br />end the of the beginning <br />i've got nowhere to go or hid <br />no friends to relay on <br />no family to look back on <br />and no past to think of <br />nor a future to look forward to<br /><br />ryanne askar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-1545/
