For what they have done
(2013)
07/25/13
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
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
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
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it