(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where