05/07/15
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
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
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life