03/16/15
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
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
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually