(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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
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
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside