She's gonna be ok, or so every one thinks
but beneath the smile and plastered face
she is about to break, only to find out nobody cares

Whats the point in trying
when you know that you'll be broken
whats the point in loveing
when so many thinks are left unspoken

.... i guess my hardest will never be good enough

Angel in heaven, related to love
Devils fallen from so far above
Love is blind, but death is hate
Beauty is kindness, pain is fate

In the movies they make cutting and depression seem so great,
……………..
its not.

Razor blades, broken hearts, leaving me, back at the start

Every ghost is a broken angel

Will I ever be good enough?
Will I ever be the perfect child?
No
So take me as i am, or not at all

My shallow breath is failing
But I’ll try to make a sound
I whisper in you ear so close
‘I tried to make you proud’

The blade held to my wrist,
My arm touched by a bloody kiss
I was back the cutting again
My only way to forget the pain