Poems about Health

May twenty first, two thousand and sixteen.
i may as well be a dead roseno one dares to water or revive just to throw out with this weeks disasters and garbage my thorns are fightin
i'm sorry i was the disappointment i'm sorry i could never figure my shit outi'm sorry i was such an embarrassment i'm sorry i can't fix
You told me once that you were fine I told myself you were right, you’d never lie
Like a little kid When the lights go out My soul is dark and scary
Zepplin in your eyes you're in mine and they say good things take time
My head is full of tearsBut none of them ever hits the groundMy heart is pierced by a thousand spears
I wonder if love is truly meant for me I'd bare my heart but the pain never seems to cease Love has no remedy fo me
“I'll never leave you" You say And you promise you'll stay
I want to be able to explain To explain what is going on in my head But to even wake up is a challenge