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