if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own