09/29/15
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
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
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live