words from a broken boy

March 05 2006

I'm just a boy,
that's used as a toy
as something you beat up
something you chew up, spit out
and then forget all about
when you decide to grow up....
it's screwed up
i hate it
how i never seem
to get inside of a dream
i always tend to wake up
just when life gets good

Heather

March 06 2006
wow, thats really sad and depressing. you ok? need to talk? you know how to get a hold of me. Love. H.

Jessica Jo

March 06 2006
Your poem makes a lot of sense. Probably because in some way I can relate to it. I hope that everything works out for you.

Ashley who?

March 07 2006
:(

Ashley who?

March 08 2006
I miss you lots too!