Thoughts about peopleSome people don't hold promises.
Some people their moths shut.
Some people secrets from me
Some people don't even want to be friends with me.
Some people hate me for what I am.
Some people don't respect my thoughts and oppinions.
Some people don't like my apperance.
Some people think that I don't deserve something.
Some people think that I should be living alone in this world.
Some people think that they could break my heart into a thousand pieces.
Why do people make promises when they aren't worth anything?
Why do people keep their moths shut?
Why do people keep secrets from me?
Why do people avoid me as a friend?
Why do people hate me for what I am?
Why do people don't respect my thoughts and opinions?
Why do people don't like my apperance?
Why do people think I don't deserve something?
Why do people think I should live alone in this world?
Why do people think that they would need to break my heart?
No friends wherever I look
No social life whenever I want
No peace in this whole worl
Going forward?Where am I going
in this hour of sadness
I am just flowing
into even more madness
Me the moron
should focus more on
and not thinking of a knife.
It's hard to see
but the end of the tunnel is near
time to flee
into the wide open clear
After making the escape
and thinking 'I'm an ape!'
it's time to scrape
the leftover tape.
Another worldSometimes we sink away into our own world
To flee from the dark days
Seeing our daydreams twirl
In a thick white haze
Our dreams our beliefs
All combined into a world of peace
Sometimes you never want to return
A world you only want to spurn
Back in reality
A life with no quality
The weather's grey
Just a standard day
We all want to flee
Into this other world
So we can see
Our thoughts whirled