Listening to: none
Feeling: lame
mom, you've mad this life
a living hell
you couldn't care less
i'm just out to sell
you see things your way
you don't give a shit
about the opinion of the one
you emotionally hit
the one you thought
was about to disappear
what made me do that
was your lack to hear
that i'm screaming out
every single day
for you to listen
to what i say
the goods and bads
and the long scars
that travel down my body
in thick, red, bars
so just know i'm trying
to get throught to you
but you won't even listen
what should i do?
-Adam-
I love you bunches
Jessi
Anyways, I like your new poem.