behind the laughs are cries for helpi keep my mouth quiet avoiding the controversyavoiding more negativitynot speaking is easier but does that mean it..
these demons- these ghosts still haunt me insidei don't even know which way to turnwho to trustwho to be honest withwhy is this such a game stilli nee..
respect, while craved, is still out the windowwhittling and breaking down of the fibers-exhaustion hours turn into days -just one more hitwhen will th..
this dark mind set is slowly creeping up on mewatching the birds chirp and cryslowly they will bleedjust like this tumble whirl of this lifethe breeze..