if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
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’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace