we' ve chaced miss printed lies
we' face the path of time
and yet i fight this battle all alone
no one to cry to
no place to call home
my gift of self is raped
my privacy is raped
and yet i find repeating in my head
if i can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
these are the thoughts of one i hold dear but is now gone, these words are the realist shit i have ever heard so take them to heart because like so many others this is a look at life at a different view and keep it real bitches
DaRkStAr13
