To America
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
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
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
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed