If u think there is a lot of cuts and scars on my arms |
You dont know what goes on behind closed doors |
It's not the great who are strong, |
My eyes won't see the reality, the physical world, as if they're half closed, as if my mind can't process the defined outlines of material items I don't need, as if close to dying. |
Ill write your name across the wall with all the blood that spills from my heart, its broken anyways |
People say |
My hands are shaking |
After all, we're only human... Moving, Breathing, Living disasters. |
Sleeping is good. |
Sometimes I wish my dreams were my reality and my reality was just a nightmare |