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

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may