10/12/15
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
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
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices