damn, damn, damn...what to tell about myself...hmm....how about i write poems about my life, things that happen to me. when ever i get angry sad or just plain depressed(wich i am pretty much all the time) i hate my life and i pretty much lock up all my feelings and when im at school im a prisoner in my own body i were this mask hidding who i truly am...the side of me were i question my own sanity the side that will never heal, never be the same, I bear the scars both phisical and emotional. Hiding both from everyone around me. Well i think thats enough for now....wait i decided to tell you a little more.. |
It is what was,
It is what will be...
Red as a rose,
The blood on the bathroom floor...
"I may never be back..who knows?..I mean in...
ever so lost. It might be a bright sunny day and I...
In the darkness of the night
there is but one small light...
Sitting here all alone now
wishing that u would come back to me even tho i...
What i lock inside
it is all that i hide...
Christmas morning she gets out of bed
Christmas morning she finds mommy dead...
The crimson tide,
I've tried to run...
I had to get away
after you did that...
My own little world i sit and slumber
my own little world i sit and wonder...
Shes blinded by the fear.. of life and death an everything.. in between. |
I hurt do bad, |
Now I am just a silhouette down there, a silhouette of a memory of a solitary night .. nothing more. |