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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
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
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
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
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men