well threres not to much to say i like doing poems but i think that u might have guessed its just some simple stuff that i do when im bored hope you like em:) |
Broken
Backed in to a corner and can’t get out...
I wanna scream until my lungs are sore
I wanna cut until till my veins start to pore...
This is cutting up my words before I speak
You don’t know how it feels to not...
I'm sorry my conscience called in sick
My words just seem to stick...
So catch me when I call,
Let's take our fall...
Can you feel this silence?
I think I can cut it with a knife...
Neat cuts won't make you feel any better
Just seem to make you cry wetter...
I'm sorry my conscience called in sick
My words just seem to stick...
This is cutting up my words before I speak
You don’t know how it feels to not...
Things are not hopeless it justs takes longer to find in some places |
Even though people may say that they don’t care inside there tearing apart |
When you hurt so much you cant breath you will know what you lost |