10/15/15
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
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
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I