10/12/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
