How come when I get up high,
I fall back down with no one to hold me?
How come I get up and keep going?
How come I keep going knowing things wont change?
Its because I`m in love. <3
Something I rote randomly
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Nature, Time, Friends, Anger, Joy, Tears, Family, Dream