Christopher A Johnson Poems

I cant find any, any just nothing
Nothing is whay swallows your life
Its the thing that eats away at you whaen there is nothing left to give.
What you look at everyday is nothing, nothing but your own reflextion bouncing off nothing back on to nothing
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I see life in my eyes not yours
I see pass your lies
Pass your false expressions
I see life in my eyes
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She hates her life
She hates father
She hates her mother
She hopes her boyfriend dies
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The lost are so blind
They can not walk without help
They can not stand without support
Without direction they panic
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This life of miine
This life of sorrow
I walk this life of pain
Pain that i want to go away
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My hate is like no other
My hate burns though you
It sees your inside, it sees everything
Your hate is my hate
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See the light
Its in your eyes
Are you blind?
Its burning you
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Can you find my tree
Its the one in the back
with the broken limbs and dry bark
Its the one with dead roots
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I'm so sick of life and the things i do
Without i would spend my life dreaming
I never pulled my head out to find whats wrong
I have to find a way before its all to late
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Where to pick up the pieces of my life
Where to find my way
I look around only to find emptiness and hopeless dreams
Sorrow and anxiety, the perfect mix
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