To the world
(2011)
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
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
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the