05/15/15
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
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
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
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
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life