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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past