"Oh Woe Is Me"

"Oh Whoa Is Me"

Tears Streaming Down Slowly
Tapping My Keypad as I read
"Future's Not Lookin' Brite 4 us now"
Shattered to a Million Pieces.
The child within yearning for attention.
Our Past Slowly Suppressed.
Tip Toeing Around Always Staying On edge,
Avoiding
The "Red Light"
Planning Accordingly
Lucky Number Three
Our Past,
Our Present,
Our Future,
Crushed.
One Line, One Bar, One Stanza
Can Change It all.
Box Of emotion yet To Open.
"Oh Woe is me"
How Will I Live,
How Will I Survive,
How Will I Last.
ILL NEVER MAKE IT.
lol Just Kidding
It Was Fun While It Lasted
Right Jess LMAO

~Mr.Amazing~