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She Picked me up then let me downgot too hopefuli am the clownthrown the dice a few to many timessitting here wonderingwhat next, so perplexedwhy did i do thatwhy do i still do thiswhen does an obsession become and afflictionwhere did having a good time become an addictionpicking up pieces and tryna move ondont believe in tomorrow but gotta keep onQuitting is easy but it aint funEven though im washed up and laid outgotta shout for sunshine to sing a different songMisery has always been a friend of minewe chose to be friends it's all pretendmoments of clarity screaming for changehow are you doing buddy, it's a dead end.so i decided to do something bettermy old wasp in wateryou sink i swimflyslaughterI realised you could swim but dont caredrowning in your own lack of hopecouldnt say goodbye so unfairsorry i ever met you because i changedchose to follow a dream not your dispairmoving on now, not my fault your derangedi used to feel sorry but no, its fair.Virtual terror, it's practically true,i expained it a thousand timesand it nearly got through, duality of mantry to think outside of multiplicity,found a love so pure it couldnt be refinedfrom the first tastei left the others behind.

why cant i find my old poems ? have they been deleted !? WTF