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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside