i hold this piture in my time of sorrow, <br />death is walking aamounst my heart, <br />ripping, <br />taring, <br />till my life falls apart, <br />remorts of shame, <br />scar through pain, <br />the little emo girl to take the blame, <br /> <br />love is to death, <br />leaveing this life is the only thing i have left, <br />she dug a hole in my paper heart, <br />cutting hopes and dream, <br />ripping them apart, <br />how much more of this can i take, <br />till i fall down on the floor and break, <br />i remeber the very first time, <br />inside my mind, <br />i felt comforted like i had a sence of meaning, <br /> <br />love and hate, <br />deeath in debait, <br />holding my razor, <br />till the sorrow shall left, <br />i cant believe its back again from the place i had left, <br />remembering death, <br />my dreams are night marees, <br />slowly killing some, <br />for this i write to you, <br />my mom<br /><br />Kayla Corinne Beneteau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-believe-its-back-agian/
