(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
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
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
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
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
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 come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor