if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know