hezekiahsatard

if my stupid poem could fix this home id stay the anger hurts my ears, it only brings them tears, if this is what you want and what they want then why does it ruin your day? theres a picture of us when we were young with people strung under christmas fun but thats gone now and so is this home because you couldnt get that stupid poem i wrote it had so many things i wish i could say, oh like how i really just cant stay because your tounge is what keeps us at bay as your spin us like clay into disarray. you are the blind one as i saw a light. now you crash down as i take flight. wish i could say it was my fault but we know thats not true, yo