This is one of my old poems I wrote in... let's say second year, which is at least two years from now. No idea where the inspiration came but it came and ths is the result. Hope you like it.[=
"They say rules are to obey,
yet rules are to break.
I hold hatred against "Obey",
yet have to or it'll be even worse.
I'd love to break,
but sometimes too afraid of what comes after.
It can go along sometimes.
And when it comes to a twist...
I start to "draw" on my wrist.
I hate it,
but love it.
I wanna stop it,
but keep doing it.
Cause it keeps me alive,
keeps the feelings,
keeps hearts broken pieces."
