(2013)
10/10/13
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
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
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor