Glass A shell of a boy My soul has gone too far to see Where I do not know Only a boy But never too young for a spirit to die In a land where all is lost And heart has no purpose Except to feel pain when it’s ripped away And that is my savior Because it stops my heart’s lust Protects me from definite pain Did Romeo curse us Replace life with death And joy with pain Because in a world of sorrow A shoulder should be teared upon But when I rest my head the shoulder slices I find glass on every shoulder And chaos in every mind But still I have found no one to shed a tear with One who will guide my to joy
Reason for writing:
I write because I feel that know one listens anymore and that the youth of today holds so many answers to our problems if we would just listen…
Birth sign: Aquarius
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