The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
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
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your