A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
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
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
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
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve