(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
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’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
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
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly