Carmina
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By:Mina Some pepole have this feeling or sometimes it's just a thought it teaches mean things no one else ever taught It's this little voice in the bakc of your head telling some stuff that everyone dreads it says that you have no friends and that you'll never be loved so just put your life to an end Some people end up obeying this voice they have their choice of using a knife or a gun water or rope,anything to get the job done when these people leave and die few will leave a note,for someone to hold onto to have their last quote you never know who has this a mind all have dread most of them LOOK normal untill they're alone in bed I should knows what happens because I've had this thought But unlike most people,this voice.... I fought
By:Mina Some pepole have this feeling or sometimes it's just a thought it teaches mean things no one else ever taught It's this little voice in the bakc of your head telling some stuff that everyone dreads it says that you have no friends and that you'll never be loved so just put your life to an end Some people end up obeying this voice they have their choice of using a knife or a gun water or rope,anything to get the job done when these people leave and die few will leave a note,for someone to hold onto to have their last quote you never know who has this a mind all have dread most of them LOOK normal untill they're alone in bed I should knows what happens because I've had this thought But unlike most people,this voice.... I fought
Cuts By.Mina the cuts they hurt but i keep on going without even one line showing nobody knows just quite yet but soon enough they'll know I bet if I write a poem do you think they'll know? about how my life changed so long ago I've changed so much the cuttings start with X`s all over my heart I sit there day and night cutting deeper and deeper with just a knife but when you cut don't go slow I only started a day ago but still no one knows I wish they knew,I really do but there is no point for me to stay things just aren't going my way in my shaking hands I hold that blade Will you hear my cries slowly as I die? Hearing my name death calls out: "Come to me and the pain shall end.Your bursied and broken heart I shall mend." Now that my life is at an end just let me say... being here now,makes me wishI'd stayed
THE WAY i WRiTE By.Mina express myself lyricly persent myself physicaly Nok you out instantly but it all appears to be another rap another rhyme peolpe say its a waste of time but im doing fine just get me a pen and paper ill listen to all that bullshit later come enter my world all written out nicely writing dosent come at a price you see its gotta be in your heart and in your mind i just find myself just spending my time writing line after line deep thoughts just tucked away in my mind they dont always rhyme but its 0KE ill write page after page of daily things if youre a true writer you noe what i mean