this is what i said and meant but unfortunately the opposite of what i did 08/30/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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 she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide