03/25/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
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
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know