10/29/14
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice