Some kutipan

A nameless poem I haven't thought of the name ~ Wolfcat343

jantung dipped in black ink
pain causing the soul to sink
it makes anda wonder what type of sick minds abuse people... they can't think

the scars prove anda have been hurt
anda think its the only escape
don't throw yourself in the dirt

Someone loves you
even if anda don't think so
anda might not know

We try forgetting our pasts but is so damn hard
you're falling apart

I'll try my best to help to piece anda back together
but unlike that fairy tale its alot harder
it feels like the pain will last forever

oh oh

don't give up yet, don't give up yet, yeah don't give up yet
anda can make it through
yeah me and you

I'll be at your side
helping anda fight
tonight is the last night anda spend alone
living in the eyes of the unknown

anda can do it
anda can sit at that throne
knowing your not alone

Check your soul – wolfcat343
See those scars?
He’s the reason
he should be behind bars

the girl’s pain is only increasing
never seizing
to that guy its pleasing

nobody realizes
Through their eyes
They only see lies

Some would see
others spread stories

she says she’s okay
She’s hiding away
During those times
No one recognizing the obvious crimes

Outside hurt
Inside beautiful

She stood up for herself oneday
the guy was taken away
finally she was free

All what people need to do now is look past her scars, bruises and pain
find the girl inside who’s beautiful, ignore the outside stain

Are anda going to be the person who helps
atau the person who hurts?

it doesn’t matter on outside appearance
The person inside is who counts

After all we’re only souls carrying human bodies
Ask yourself, not “how pretty am I today?” but “how does my soul look?”