(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past