I Wonder..

Some old bones...

As I look back so many thoughts pour into my brain like rain,
Blocking all the pain, 
I know it comes back to eat you,
You should always express yourself but hiding is the easiest thing to do,
It sucks because your easily reminded with a touch like bruises black and blue,
In a world so corrupt its so hard to find whats true, 

But hey there's some joy,
Thinking about the free times when I was just a boy,
When it was so easy for them to make me happy with just a toy...
Life is only a story just make sure you're your own author,
 Put your middle finger up because you're your own Sponsor,
I'm talking about when you cant rely on no one not even your mother or father,
and it hurts to know half of its your own fault and the other just your mother, 
Yea shes out doing what she does,
but I wonder If she knows if she dies,
I'll never know who she was..





~RAWNESTY~

Author's Note

Just a stress reliever..