06/26/14
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
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
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
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
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually