Poems from kada

short. blonde. legal. waddup.
I have no inspiration, I don't have anything to write about. Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing. Maybe it wont.
Everyone wears a mask. It's as if we're all at a ball. Who are you really? I may never know.
He hurt me daddy He told me he would take care of me He told me that as long as i did as i was told, he would take care of me He hit me...
If only I had a boat, so I wouldn't drown in my thoughts, and I could sail away.
They hold hands, looking deep into eachother's eyes, the twinkle that only love can provide. They disregard society, blocking out the hate...