06/06/15
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
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’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a