05/18/16
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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 still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know