2008
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
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
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
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine