06/06/15
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 hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind