Wrote this when i was six or seven.
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken