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
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
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