08/29/15
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a