06/22/16
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
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
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