Good old Days
by katie
Don't cut yourself again
It kills me to see you hurt yourself within
I thought uou were better than that
I thought you would never come back
What happened to those days
When you would sit down and prey?
and drugs would never take you away
Gone from "sister Whitley"
to not even knowing religion
Are you trying to stay in your own prison?
what happened to the good old days
will you ever be whole again?
when will you wash away your sins?
This sounds harsh, belive me I know
we will be torn apart
by deth or dispare......... I really don'r care
To me you will always be there.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
