09/09/14
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
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have