06/22/16
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
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken