Go ahead, kiss her. I hope she bites your lip and you choke on the blood.
My nameless hero in life is a monster called Hope.
They say when you get knocked down get back up but what if you have been knocked down so much your tired of getting up
I am sin
Bad
Evil
n destructive
rapped all in
I take deep breaths but im still choking on my hate
Cutting is like an emotional pain killer,
You feel relieved,
But like an over used antibiotic,
It starts to wear out,
And you're drowning in pain
That has no hope of a cure anymore.
Inside Im broken, You can see the scar in my eyes, But no one is looking at me, I quess Im still invisible ..
Hate me for I am a sinner, but hate your self first.
Heavy dreams came to haunt her waited slumber
in sleep only darkened by night
though she really is just a voice struggling on air
I want his blood and he wants mine,well be together til the end of time.
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