The day I will die,
is the day i was born.
Feeling torn inside,
I don't know if I can hide this
anymore.
Should I go out with a bang,
or do it secretly with a bore.
so sore...
so sore...
*****
I think some promises are ment to be broken.
You never know.
Bobby Roberts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/march-3rd/
