Poems from mcsyl

Tell me how to take this Tell me how do I tell a love to love but to not hold? How do I forget Why them And why am I the instrument of...
we're dead while living. we're living but not breathing we were alive before being born, we grow without growing we see without seeing we...
I hate those kinds of things things that bring up other stupidity I should move on but I can't Not everyone does it right away So why...
Six sides to a box that can change a world six sides to me, that will make you curl, in fear, in happiness, in contempt. One breath of the...
I will. I will be mad. Punch. Punch a punching bag. Bruise my arms like I always do. Break. Cause internal bleeding. I won't be mad. I will...