I am an artist
draw i love to do...
You could look at her
And never really see...
Sunshine wishes ... melancholy dreams
Shooting stars ... shattered moonbeams...
Too tired to get up,
But not tired enough to sleep...
The fatherless child sits and waits
Waits for the pain to leave and for happiness to...
One night is gone, another one has past,
I wonder how long this torture will last...
Started writing my feelings down
about my abuse as a child...
He sits here alone under his broken bed,
feeling the bruise on the back of his head...
You make me want to,
rip you to shreds...
Bridges are burned and then they fall,
His deceitful ways destroyed it all...
In these years
I cry my tears...
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But you leave scars that are never shown...