some of these are life experiences that i have gone through and some are just random thoughts. some are experiences friends have gone through and i just wrote about it.
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America BILLS Poems
sorry i cared about you sorry i loved you sorry i wasnt enough sorry i couldnt be there
Scared to love, Scared to lose, Scared to cry, Scared to die.
You don't understand Don't tell me you do You have no idea Don't try and help me
IS IT OVER? ? ?
Will it ever be over? The pain, The scars Will he ever be gone? The memories, the blood
his hands feel like the street they are as rough as can be he wont do anything about it his hands over her mouth to stop her from screaming.
MY BABY AND ME
My baby was hurt My baby had tears My baby was lonely My baby was going to die
My love for you is like a never ending story You love me too. My love for you will never go away You promised to stay.
I lost my heart There are holes in it My heart sunk To much blood was lost
Losing you will only make me sick Everyday I’m without you, I want to die. You mean the world to me So why do you keep hurting me?
I wanna hold you And never let go, But every time I turn around and look into your eyes, I can see every lie,
My past wasn't that GREAT! Abused, and broken No one cared enough, Beaten, and unloved.
My baby makes me smile, He keeps me happy. My baby protects me, He never let's me get hurt.
Baby before i met you, I was very depressed. I cut my wrist to show the pain, But no one cared enough. Maybe that's why....
Here I lie Left to die Thoughts racing through my head Making me wish I were dead
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sorry i cared about you
sorry i loved you
sorry i wasnt enough
sorry i couldnt be there
sorry for everything i have ever done
sorry that i didnt see
sorry that i believed it
sorry that i couldnt give more
sorry that i didnt have away
sorry that i didmt do better
sorry for crying over you
sorry for yelling at you
sorry for the bullshit
sorry that i couldnt see
sorry my love wasnt enough
sorry giving you my heart was too much
sorry i didnt help you
sorry i couldnt do everything you wanted
sorry for blood on the walls