It's just so easy, for them to watch te bleed.
te never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while te fall.
But secretly, te dont mind
the way te tumble to the ground and fall.
because te know soon te will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all te 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 te rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will ingoiare, inghiottire you, and the fear will eat te alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the giorno te die.
Ah, the giorno of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes te wish every one is your last breath, and te pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
te 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 te 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 te know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while te crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches te die slowly.
te 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 te wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, te 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.
te want an escape, te atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where te no longer breathe.
Your risposte
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch te bleed.
te never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel te fall.
But secretly, te dont mind
the way te tumble to the ground.
because te know soon te will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all te 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 te rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will ingoiare, inghiottire you, and the fear will eat te alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the giorno te die.
Ah, the giorno of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes te wish every one is your last breath, and te pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
te 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 te 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 te know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while te crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches te die slowly.
te 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 te wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, te 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.
te want an escape, te atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where te no longer breathe.
te never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while te fall.
But secretly, te dont mind
the way te tumble to the ground and fall.
because te know soon te will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all te 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 te rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will ingoiare, inghiottire you, and the fear will eat te alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the giorno te die.
Ah, the giorno of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes te wish every one is your last breath, and te pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
te 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 te 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 te know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while te crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches te die slowly.
te 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 te wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, te 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.
te want an escape, te atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where te no longer breathe.
Your risposte
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch te bleed.
te never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel te fall.
But secretly, te dont mind
the way te tumble to the ground.
because te know soon te will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all te 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 te rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will ingoiare, inghiottire you, and the fear will eat te alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the giorno te die.
Ah, the giorno of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes te wish every one is your last breath, and te pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
te 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 te 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 te know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while te crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches te die slowly.
te 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 te wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, te 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.
te want an escape, te atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where te no longer breathe.
