I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the