2I'm getting through the tension
with scars and blood
I'm hitting a rough spot it seems
I'm between live and death
I'm between love and hate
guess its how this shit world works
bringing me up setting me done hard
all those faces that use to laugh with me
are now hating me with their eyes
two best friends
gather together with their new ones
and that long term relationship
excluding me from thier worlds
sitting alone in a fairly light room
waiting for that special person to call
my life flashes before me, not the past
just the presnt. helping me wright this poem
it'd be nice to have one sleepless night
in a bed of my friends. not worry about.
just smiling and laughing. falling asleep
in a bed of my friends