10/12/15
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken