06/06/15
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
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…
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
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
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know