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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”