10/12/15
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
