What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life