(2015)
05/07/15
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
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
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
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
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may