tears and smiles will quickly change,
all things will be just the same,
poems and my writing will disapear,
all of which stated "wish i wasn't here"
i hurt more then i let on,
soon it'll be over when i'm gone,
in this home, i'll make my own,
place of silent tranquility,
on the floors that hold this hurtful memory.
where tears can shed and blood spread.
untill it haunts and kills,
when my spine chills,
and i think of my inevidable acts.
which is right now the matter of facts.
with glass shades and blades i'll remake my day,
and forever fullfill my dream to go away.
release my tears,
release my blood,
can't replace my years,
all of it is miss_under_stood.
the screams that wake my ears, in the middle of the night,
with the broken glass near me, i know nothing is alright.