Plead an original poem by BlackGlitter4 It lives in the shadow of my darkened soul I cannot escape from its eternal trouble. I run, I hide, I cut and I bleed. But it keeps hurting me no matter how much I plead. It towers over me like a 14 foot wave Soon I will drown and be washed to my grave.
What has Witty become? It used to be a place for your thoughts the things nobody at school would understand and now it is just filled with peoples really random thoughts. Can't things just go back to normal?