I try to keep it together
Don’t want anyone to know
I manage not to cry
But I’m in full cagna mode
I’m surrounded da people
But I feel all alone
I wish I could forget you
But you’re carved in my soul
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I try to sposta along
But I carry the pain around
I wish te would’ve just left
That te were somewhere sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and sound
But Death had to knock on your door
Now your eight feet underground
And I’m doomed without you
Forever lost, not to be found
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I’m probably being a drama queen
And I’m probably saying things I don’t even mean
But even so, this is how I feel
Can’t te just pretend to care
You’re probably turning in your grave
Shaking your head at the mess I’ve made
But you’re not here, and I’m forced to stay
So, color all my nights grey
And te don’t understand
No, te will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
Don’t want anyone to know
I manage not to cry
But I’m in full cagna mode
I’m surrounded da people
But I feel all alone
I wish I could forget you
But you’re carved in my soul
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I try to sposta along
But I carry the pain around
I wish te would’ve just left
That te were somewhere sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and sound
But Death had to knock on your door
Now your eight feet underground
And I’m doomed without you
Forever lost, not to be found
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I’m probably being a drama queen
And I’m probably saying things I don’t even mean
But even so, this is how I feel
Can’t te just pretend to care
You’re probably turning in your grave
Shaking your head at the mess I’ve made
But you’re not here, and I’m forced to stay
So, color all my nights grey
And te don’t understand
No, te will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for te in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head o that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand o that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a coltello in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and fuoco at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
My cuore has been punctured
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So te think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So te think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
this is a poem i wrote. i hope everyone likes it. this is the first time i have postato any of my writings. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moonlight comes through the window and softly hits on your face
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed te think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain te think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on te Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when te raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If te ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want te to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me
She's like ran in the summer she can be bummer but no matter what I still Amore her. She's got a smile that puts the sun to shame and a name that rolls right off the tongue. She calls herself emo, cause she writes on herself and listens to rock and screemo. She più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento then any girl I know, she's a rocker chick who knows how to put on a show. And I Amore to see her every giorno even though da the end she drives me insane. She makes me laugh with her stupid jokes and her Scrivere always touches me deep. She's really smart and she's humble and has a great heart. But it drives me nuts cause she has low self-esteem no matter how cool she may seem.
That's all I have so far
That's all I have so far
She wishes she could escape this horrible hell called life. The constant pain, anger, sorrow, and greif. She's constantly reminded of what she wants and why she can't have it. "Every one else is happy. Where did I go wrong?" she wonders. She cries as she realizes there's no escape. Except... but would it be worth it? Always worrying, wondering, watching. Would she really? Just to escape. She's reaching her breaking point. Soon she won't put up anymore. She'll give in. Give up. Permanently escape.