(2015)
02/24/15
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
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
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve