this one was inspired by a friends word
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
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
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
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
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide