I come from a place that’s so so dark,
I left long ago but it still lingers in my heart,
So I carry it with me everywhere I go,
A wicked little curse. A small piece of home,
At tyms I feel like my minds not my own,
Like the anger inside of me acts on its own,
Constant reminders of a boy all alone. in a harsh cold world far far from home,
I’m a stranger to most outcasted by all . How can ones faith in another be so so small?
The feeling of love is alien indeed. But I still long for it like a fiend in need,
Forget me nots I scribble in plenty,
But the need to push people away always seem to Tempt me