Poem Comments

lets keep it sweet

my hair keeps getting shorter with you in mind
now im just ripping the chunks out
the pieces hurt more everytime

youve got me crawling out of my skin
standard y cut
and youd still rather stare at the ground

slur a little more baby,
i think youve got it down
those words i love to hear so much,
the ones keeping me around

CorpseQueen i understand what you mean..but if you knew what it was about first hand it would all fit
12yrs