(2015)
05/07/15
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
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
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
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
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
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right