lonely and depressed...
the words circle my mind like arrows going past my senses....
knives...staples...and sharpies bring no love tonight...scissors suckled and phones constantly buzzing....
go to sleep they say.....and leave you be....not even trying to fix whats broken....
love is lost on the weak minded children play in the streets of gold and silver buy no happiness for the hopeless is all that is felt from those who have been through all this before me is the world....and the world seems such a beautiful place....without me....fogging up the glass.....of the rose colored glasses.......
-Zeke
the words circle my mind like arrows going past my senses....
knives...staples...and sharpies bring no love tonight...scissors suckled and phones constantly buzzing....
go to sleep they say.....and leave you be....not even trying to fix whats broken....
love is lost on the weak minded children play in the streets of gold and silver buy no happiness for the hopeless is all that is felt from those who have been through all this before me is the world....and the world seems such a beautiful place....without me....fogging up the glass.....of the rose colored glasses.......
-Zeke