It's just so easy, for them to watch you bleed.
You never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, or hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while you fall.
But secretly, you dont mind
the way you tumble to the ground and fall.
because you know soon you will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all you need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as you rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will andorinha you, and the fear will eat you alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the dia you die.
Ah, the dia of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes you wish every one is your last breath, and you pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
You just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So you remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones you know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while you crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches you die slowly.
You can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what you wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, you feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
You want an escape, you atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where you no longer breathe.
Your respostas
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch you bleed.
You never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, or hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel you fall.
But secretly, you dont mind
the way you tumble to the ground.
because you know soon you will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all you need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as you rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will andorinha you, and the fear will eat you alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the dia you die.
Ah, the dia of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes you wish every one is your last breath, and you pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
You just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So you remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones you know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while you crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches you die slowly.
You can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what you wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, you feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
You want an escape, you atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where you no longer breathe.
You never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, or hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while you fall.
But secretly, you dont mind
the way you tumble to the ground and fall.
because you know soon you will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all you need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as you rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will andorinha you, and the fear will eat you alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the dia you die.
Ah, the dia of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes you wish every one is your last breath, and you pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
You just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So you remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones you know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while you crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches you die slowly.
You can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what you wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, you feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
You want an escape, you atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where you no longer breathe.
Your respostas
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch you bleed.
You never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, or hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel you fall.
But secretly, you dont mind
the way you tumble to the ground.
because you know soon you will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all you need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as you rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will andorinha you, and the fear will eat you alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the dia you die.
Ah, the dia of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes you wish every one is your last breath, and you pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
You just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So you remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones you know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while you crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches you die slowly.
You can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what you wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, you feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
You want an escape, you atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where you no longer breathe.
