03/26/15
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
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
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
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