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Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
Nothing's wrong
Nothing's wrong
Everything is fine
It's the same **** answer
Every
*******
Time
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
I'm not my mistakes
I am not my name
I'm not just another "Cameron"
I'm not the same.

I'm my own person
If you wanted to know,
Why don't you ask me
I'll let it show

I'm not just there
For you to be brutal
Because right here, right now
Your absence is crucial
I need you to go away.
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
I used to be happy
Once I was alive
But now I'm a butterfly in a beehive

I used to belong
Once, life was fair
But now I'm stuck here
When I want to be there

I want to be happy
But how much does it cost?
I'm stuck reminiscing
On a *paradise lost
I'm tired of hearing "life's not fair"
You're the authority in this situation; make it fair.
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
Happiness, sadness grips me
I stop, I pause, I freeze
Topsy, turvy, tipsy
An attitude in the breeze

This way, that way, this and that
Changing minds, changing clothes
Anger, fear, terror, and laughs
Really, anything goes.

The agonizing headaches
Constantly switching sides
The happiness and the heartbreaks
Change in heart, change in tide.
Of course, the tides change 4 times a day. My attitude changes like 1,000
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
Gone with my sanity
The love that we had
Out with the good
In with the bad
Something has gone
Someone has bled
Someone's alive
And I'm the one dead.
It's become a reoccurring theme in my day to day life; everything is awful.
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
There's this place called earth I could visit someday,
but I'm stuck in a daydream and I like it that way.

Maybe I'm afraid of a harsh, fatal fall
But when I get off this cloud, I'll visit you all

There's a place on a cloud where I live every day
Please, oh please, don't take it away.
Cameron Godfrey Feb 2013
Roses are black,
Violets are black,
Because love is blind
And I want you back.

Roses are wilted and violets are too
Dying without the light of loving you

Still Roses are black
And lemons are sour
Thinking of you
Every minute, second, and hour

But new roses were planted and sprouting anew
With the newfound freedom
I don't rely on you.
I made it longer
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