Wrote this when i was six or seven.
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
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
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed