10/29/14
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
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
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing