01/15/15
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own