(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
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
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice