05/07/15
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
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