I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
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
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
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’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
