09/2013
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
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may