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My freaky friends and me
My Poetry: Like it or not, it is what is in me..

I draw my breathe, fill my lungs with pain
Drive to this place, time and time again
How many times do I have to breathe
Before It all ends, and I can be set free
Honesty in life only gets you so far
But it seems to me you get hurt more, the more honest that you are
I take a step back, look at all sides
Nothing I can do anymore but to give up on this lie
I cant fight for it, or deny what seems to be
The mirrored face before my eyes, must not be the real me
The smile, the truth, the heart it holds
Striving for everyone but me, now it's my turn to be cold
So I'll close my eyes and sleep, the mirrored face laid to rest
Swallow the honest fool, destroy that moraled pest
Tears shall not fall upon this floor of hate
Shackles freed this beast, released by a twist of hate
Never again shall I speak, of hears and love so true
That part of me is gone now, so lets see what I can do
Laugh at all the pain, release the beast inside
Perhaps this is the truth I sought, everytime I ran to hide