The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
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
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
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
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i