(2012)
07/18/13
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say