Wrote this when i was six or seven.
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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