I've Already Made This Poem
I'm sorry I'm having a conundrum
What the hell am I supposed to do
I'm always struggling with this depression
The stresses without you is stress I don't want to have anymore
It's cut or die
If I die my dad would be in pain
And he's been through enough
Last we talked about her
How I loved her more then anyone
Firefly why did you left me here
All alone when I seen happiness inside you