Waiting for a beginning, <br />a reason for living <br /> <br />I'm calm <br />as the blood drips off my palm <br /> <br />i wish i could, <br />but i don't know if i should. <br /> <br />here i whine, <br />apparently im not fine. <br /> <br />i can't be pure; <br />there is no cure. <br /> <br />these tears <br />are from the fears. <br /> <br />as i raise from my grave <br />i tend to misbehave <br /> <br />i should have never came.... <br />i'm impossible to tame.<br /><br />carly bachor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-return-3/
