Poem - 12 December 2014, 10:32 my thoughts sitting here in study hall.. Breanna White Everything. tastes. Like. death. and I need a cigarette. Maybe If I take some meth, it would make me forget. I cry blood, I bleed sweat. Yeah b*tch I’m backwards; Don’t you ever forget. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 424 Rating: Total votes: 0 Poetry Genre: Nonsense