these thoughts are why i have no friends

 

  her with the milkweed hair    standing silent in the forest     i gave my heart to years ago     shed  my skin to rip it out bare hands an...

 poem    angel of the     crescent moon sky         she makes my               heart         sing 

  poem if we can't find gold  in the days to come, why yell at the  sun ?

  picking between my  c     r    oo               ked   t e e t h the hurtful words  whom hide from daylight can' keep livin'       ...

  eating away at my brains the hateful stress continuously          seeps in  d e e p e r   and     f a r t h e r         as bleached as the...

silver dawn him with the unbeautiful mind  will see through  the sheer lies above the mountains forms a silver dawn the home to precious ang...