warm word with the bad blood
being my self its totally a disaster. i wouldnt blame my parents of having me because we have a different era. i hate my self if they really want to know what's my feelin. every trauma every story every pain every feel every unkown pain and the time stiil beating i lay in my bed seeking the feelin shes gone coz i dont even know her a forbidden feelin when i forgot about the feelin a hug from the ghost a warm from the evil i'm afraid and i'm down day every day with the trauma i feel so happy when i'm happy i feel scared when im scared somethng ask me to end my life their ask me to and my feelin. i stop to inspire the air i beg my head i throw to the cave i cant do this anymore i blamed everyone