maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?

i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine

I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart

i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say

I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with

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