11/12/17
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
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
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
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
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given