06/11/14
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
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…
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live