(2013)
10/10/13
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
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 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