10/09/13
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
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
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you