03/25/15
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
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
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
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
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
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
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices