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

Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

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

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

he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him

As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide

what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that

I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so