03/10/15
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 got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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 wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring