2008
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
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with