Wrote this when i was six or seven.
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
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
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
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
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide