03/04/15
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
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
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
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
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up