(2013)
11/06/13
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
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
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself