Poems from lostintheusa
Tell me that the world is round, I’ll bury your proof underground,
It’s no longer found, and what proof is stronger than the pull
Of “how...
A pressure to burnSpilling over, through my eyesSo I run, for a place to find sanction.And it's dirty, and lonely, and sick, (just like me)...
I tried killing myself, but all I got was black magic. I can't keep running back and forth between grief and pure delight, And when the...
after all of this, when I reach my peakin heaven, or hell, whatever you believewill He look at my wrists, or inside my head?will He let me...
one last desperate plea, one last call for helping handsto give him reason, give him ground on which to standhe could hardly tell, as he...