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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
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
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind