*SELF DESTRUCTION*
* I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't
getting any bigger. Who are you trying
to kidd?
ya kidder.
You got ya finger pressed on the trigger.
Im the one holding
the gun.?
Go figure.
As if you didnt already know. I could see
the cracks beginning to show.
You know there won't be anything left soon. I presume.
Nothing but your doom
This poem is about:
Me
My family