10/09/13
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
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
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
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
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
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting