Me wrote:Just meet me in hell
Where the fires rise
The secrets I won't tell
Came to their demise
Meet me in hell
Where the devil lurks
turn my legs into gel
as my instincts perk
Meet me in hell
where its more silent
I promise not to tell
About me being violent
Meet me in hell
where nobody is there
Meet me in hell
Without a care
That poem is copyrighted to me.
Vent art
Why?
I decided to stop talking. I can't say anything without somebody mocking me, laughing, or telling me that the "machine" in my mouth won't work to block my voice. I just got braces, had two teeth removed, and my mouth is numb.
So I will only type, I won't talk.
