Poems from kylieistrash440

I used to be called fat That hurt me he most knowing that everyone knew my insecurities killed me inside.  But that didnt stop me from...
six feet deep in my grave.  Waiting for someone to unlock me from this slave.  Which I am in honor of depression It wont go away and I wish...
Roses are red, violets are blue.  you said you loved me, I felt like that too. But im just a sad sunflower to you.  Depressed and obsessed...