Post by lack of personality on Sept 7, 2007 18:14:39 GMT -5
---Me and my friends feel like crap. It's depressing. And I'm bored. Yeah. So face the wrath of my sucky poetry skillz!
It's funny
how people know you,
but don't know you.
Yet you aren't surprised.
They just see it;
the smile,
the laugh,
the kid in you.
No one knows...
How many tears you shed,
screams you've hid,
and what goes on in your pretty little head.
You hide yourself...
Behind a million lies,
among the shadows of your mind.
Limitless...
And on your way.
Speechless...
With words to say.
Hopeless...
And hell to pay.
Wondering when will they see it;
a missing razor and fresh cuts,
dirty sheets from mindless fucks,
broken glass on the patio,
And a 67 in History...
You question things;
Why live?
Why die?
To kill or to try?
But throughout it all
One truth remains concrete:
Despite our scars,
life's funny.
It's funny
how people know you,
but don't know you.
Yet you aren't surprised.
They just see it;
the smile,
the laugh,
the kid in you.
No one knows...
How many tears you shed,
screams you've hid,
and what goes on in your pretty little head.
You hide yourself...
Behind a million lies,
among the shadows of your mind.
Limitless...
And on your way.
Speechless...
With words to say.
Hopeless...
And hell to pay.
Wondering when will they see it;
a missing razor and fresh cuts,
dirty sheets from mindless fucks,
broken glass on the patio,
And a 67 in History...
You question things;
Why live?
Why die?
To kill or to try?
But throughout it all
One truth remains concrete:
Despite our scars,
life's funny.