(2015)
05/07/15
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her