if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
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
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
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are