I wrote this about a guy I attempted to date.
My father passed when I was 7. Heroine was his drug of choice. I believe in my heart he was a good man and hope that he found peace.
I'm sure we've all felt this in one sense or another...
I lost my mom on Dec 18th 2008. I wrote this for her and it was read at her funeral a week later. It's been a month. And I am still waiting for it's going to get easier part to start.
(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)
A poem written on the same night as Pleasure... over the same girl. Blah Blah.
I wrote this in my darker days in high school...
