04/12/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
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