Every month on the 18th

Every month in the 18th I miss my dad...the tears and the feeling of grief...the sadness comes and I really miss him...then some times I forget for like a split second that he isn't alive...and sigh idk...I feel like there isn't any one i can really talk to about it...i just feel sad

checkpoint

Sometimes I cry for my death ... the pain pierces through my soul as if no spirit made it its hoome... tear after tear i shed for moments yet to be had but I know the meaning that will placed on my life... the stamp that laugh will leave... stain love will smear...tare loss will create .... the cries are not for the moments but for that they will be lost and forgotten with me

if my pussy had dreams ....
she would dream of you

i wish i could show you where it hurts...

poetry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOISIVvur64

theres this game that we play....and im tired of...the person who starts fluctates back and forth...