05/18/16
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly