Wrote this when i was six or seven.
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
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
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with