These are questions to myself to try and understand who i am. You can use them for yourself or even answer them, the choice is yours.
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
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it