Walking Dead
They are still around, People still talk with me about them, And tell me how well they are doing. It hurts on the inside, but I refuse to show it.…
Left Here
I still mourne the loss of what we had And how I fell so deeply in love With your shaky long fingers And your quick wit. I didn’t see it…
You Are Not Allowed to Think
YOU are not allowed to THINK, or FEEL! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HURT I AM? I hate you. WHY DID YOU…