Some of you are wondering
Y i call myself Heartless
some of you ask me why
some of you could care less
I've told few the story
But as it won't let me sleep
I think itz only right
That i let chu kno the tale
That my rotten heart keepz.
Heartless
There are times in ones life
Wen the world in which we know
Erodes in our face
And we are left
With no where to go
7th grade was the time
Up until this point
Life, i guess, was pretty fine
But that all changed
wen he left from my home
It seems dat after that day
All that resided in me was skin nd bone
I shunned the world
Became a bookworm
All A'z was tha game
But dat was just middle school
Tha time wen tha rest of my peers were starting to act a fool
But me...nawwwwwwwwww
Just wasnt my thing
Nver did i go out
never did my phone ring
Dark times call for dark thingz
Nd dark thingz came to me
Ma dark nature
Allowed me to see
I saw their ghastly figures
A faint glow they did have
I'm talking about dead people
If u must ask
At Last!
I had friends
They talked
I listened
Nd it worked vice versa
They told me of how my heart
Or lack of i should say
Called out to them
Each and everyday
Da conversations, interesting
yet i kept that to myself
Didnt wanna be checked into tha psycho ward
At least not yet
But to conclude
That dark half of me feels more alive
The past few weekz have made him harder to hide
Im older, mentally stronger now
But im becoming gradually anti-social again
Nd yes...i kno i have friends
But wen u feel that tha entire world has turned its bak on u
It creates tha empty black hole that doesnt consume u
It changes u
Into that empty shell
Tha shell that plauged my past
Tha past that shaped tha boi b4 u now
Tha boi that does all that he can
To see that the feeling of joy never leaves him again
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