10/12/15
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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually