Those sleeping pills got to me. I'm going to bed soon. (I Hope...)
They say the mind bends and twists to deal with the horrors of life. I guess my mind bent so much it snapped in two.
Age 28, Male
McMinnville, OR
Joined on 7/27/08
Posted by TheD123 - October 18th, 2008
A poem I wrote.
I walk along the streets,
watching you pass by,
I turn around, with you unsispecting,
I ask you to come home with me,
Once you get there you smell an awful stench,
You check my room and scream in horror,
for it is covered in blood and bodys,
I come behind you, and tell you,
"You can never leave again."