this is what i said and meant but unfortunately the opposite of what i did 08/30/15
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
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
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear