...Yeah, and you have nothing that is your fault, right? None of that above of what happened to you was your fault, right? It was just the world and life spitting on you, right? Who is the one who cut? Who is the one who went to negativity rather than looking at what is also there? You slam the door shut before it has a chance to get halfway open.
Sure, you can say that I don't know you. You can say that I haven't had a hard life. Kid, you can believe whatever shit you want, I am still standing by my words. I know it's true.
Your words say as such, and not just on this journal, but on other journals and poems. It's written all over your face.
Sure, you can say that I don't know you. You can say that I haven't had a hard life. Kid, you can believe whatever shit you want, I am still standing by my words. I know it's true.
Your words say as such, and not just on this journal, but on other journals and poems. It's written all over your face.