(2013)
This poem is bad I know so please help
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
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
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
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
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring