Biography of clayton young
I am 16 years old, i go to highschool and try to pretty much live a normal life.
clayton young Poems
Pain, Hate, Love, gone. I say I have this hate, this unbelievable, unconceivable, and unbearable hate, that lashes out from in me,
When you’re with me my heart leaps, When you’re angry at me my skin creeps, Not to Mention I love you Heaps.
Chains, Tears, And Dead Bodies
I sit here, Chained between Between these horrid clenched teeth That leave me trapped in the abyss Of my own despair.
Broken promises, Shattered dreams, Dead emotion, Heartless uncaring devotion, All thrown in my face.
The girl strides desperately and painfully through the wide open desolate escarpment of pain and hate she strives to be rid of, and which seems
Medication Or Discretion
The boy climbed higher and higher for he knew the danger in his temper was dire and though he knew it hurt those he adored out his anger continued to pour.
Forgive And Forget Doesn'T Exist
Just won't you forget it? I'm sorry for everything and I hate myself for it. I think I would do anything to take it back, and I swear I will never forget.
I remember those things you threw so uncaringly at me. I remember the dark blade dripping in the poisonous remorse
My heart, Sometimes Is so full of Despair. So much that I cannot Bear Sometimes I feel like I am Flying,
Burning Flame And Bright Light
In the fire that lies before me, I see my flaming emotion and hate Burning inside of it. Now does this Mean that I no longer have hate, or
As I roam aimlessly through the void, I scream at my lost destructive Agony. But the only answer is that Knowing voice with an emotionless tone.
My Shattered Soul
My twisted broken soul lies in venomous pieces strewn across the dark floor. It lays here for you to take and to with what you please, but no
In my dream, Lost in a pinnacle of despair, thrown down, left, and forgotten. I remember that place;
The girl strides desperately and painfully
through the wide open desolate
escarpment of pain and hate she
strives to be rid of, and which seems
so much to her to feed off of her anger
and fear and to thrive off of her hate.
She shakes her head in disgust
as it beckons for her to give in