forget the pain
Kind one is familiar with you today
See her through the door
My tree ledge is falling
she said, “Pot made the bi polar go away.”
A hollow heart
Fast across my chest
I listen no more
My brain cells feed off my nervous bit
It is a habbit
Don’t die on me yet
finding treasure about the vacant lots of this stupid town.
And I’m wound about the neck, in up about to blow.
Fine fellow, can I lean on you now?
Causes kelly rice Supports
Animal Abuse, Mental Health