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
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…