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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
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
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination