10/09/13
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
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
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
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