Poems from armstrongannlibby
they lied.
you aren't locked up to save you from yourself.
you're locked up because they keep beautiful things in cages.
MAYBE IF I WRITE SOMETHING CLICHE I'LL FINALLY BE ACCEPTED BY MY PEERS. HERE GOES:
LOVE IS HARD.
LOOK UP AT THE STARS.
CRYING.
LOVE THE...
tell me to go to hell
tell me i'll burn there
tell me i'm the devil's spawn
i really dont fucking care
tell me you'll pray for me
tell...
Through the hazy smoke-filled room, blue tinted people were everywhere. They were kissing each other drunkenly, throwing up, half...
I’m actually quite surprised as to how I managed to survive that shower. I had a mental breakdown really. Well, right before it I was...