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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i