i pick my nose <br />i eat it to <br />i fart in class <br />and blame it on you <br /> <br />i slit my wrists <br />and watch it flow <br />i see it red <br />you wouldn't know <br /> <br />that dark alley <br />that strange voice <br />the hand across my face <br />what a waste <br /> <br />the nightmares that make me scream <br />the days that i dream <br />but what about you say <br />that day in a way <br /> <br />is it the way you laugh <br />that makes me smile <br />or the way you get high <br />that makes me realise <br /> <br />stay in my room <br />and sit and cry <br />write poems <br />bother, why? <br /> <br />why try to explain my feelings? <br />or bother to blink <br />because i know how u feel <br />and i know what you think <br /> <br />so go eat a poo <br />live a little <br />meet new fanjabies <br />all i do is pity <br /> <br />i pick my nose <br />and eat it to <br />i fart in class <br />and i blame it, i blame it on you.<br /><br />harold babe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-secrets-3/
