03/26/15
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate