Poems from PerfectStorm
It's hard to look at the old pictures
From before
I notice something's different
Off a bit
There's something wrong about
Every little...
Secrets don't make friends
but friends make secrets
I don't make friends
but my friends have made me
Silent room
Noisy head
This is why they call it
A headache from
everything
Too many thoughts
about nothing
Too many thoughts...
My wrists are clear
but my head is not
Everyone seems so proud
But I still hate myself
I have so many
If the things I wanted
The things...
Sitting there in the bathtub
Glass sitting on the side
Sound cloud turned all the way up
House to myself
Wine glass had crown and...