|just a poem... no fretting... i'm actually in a good mood
||[Dec. 16th, 2002|04:49 pm]
slit my wrists and watch me bleed
don't you know what flows through me?
you think i'm not the same as you
but we're the same through and through
tears run down from between my eyes
marks of strech upon my thighs
the same air comes out from my sighs
and more experince will make us wise...