06/11/14
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not