Disturbed
i dont know much about him
but i heard he wasnt talkative
he didnt like being alive
he was numb to all the stuff he had seen
i heard he didnt like anything green
he ate roman noodles everynight for supper
he always wore skinny jeans and black clothes
sometimes i seen him were tuxes and nice shoes
but lately he has been wearing band shirts
he wears converse shoes and uses and army bag for school
he always walks in the woods and never around town
i head hes very private
i know that he doesnt communicate throught talking only through his peoms or by lyrics from a song
i see him drawing or painting
when he tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave him alone
when he goes home he goes upstairs and smokes cutting himself till the blood drains from his skin
His family left him behind because he cant forget his past
sometimes he comtemplates the meaning behind his life
his favorite color is gray because his like is in black and white
hes not so innocent
he is someone fake
he knows of no god
his life was smashed into pieces by the giant sun
he knows of a darkest place where i usually see him lay
he crawls around in his own skin because he is disturbed
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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