10/12/15
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
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
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
