Swed away

by Lonely Ghost   Apr 9, 2007


My life is not a breeze
Mother is a psychopath and Farther is a fiend
Grownups approach with smiles while their shadows display grins
Friend change and give me the blame
Violet is you favorite color and violet is you name
you were always there beside me but you just snuck away
now you stand behind me with a razor with my name
People call me Emo because of the wounds on my arm
This is wrong i just like pain, truth they cannot handle
is considered a crime i was locked away with a family with no blood of mine
but what hurts me the most is that i didn't cry no matter the pain my tears are dry
thats why you can't understand thats why your matter's are worst even when mine should come first

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sam

    Very good, it reminded me of one of my friends and the feeling she told me about