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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
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”
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never