You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time