05/15/15
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
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
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know