Wrote this when i was six or seven.
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
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
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
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
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
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
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own