I am a broken doll
i feel as if i havent a perpose in the world...
She says shes sad
but tries to hide it...
As my words slid across this paper. My eyes swell...
My walls are crumbling,
defeated under constant attacks...
Life isn't worth the pain,
It really isn't worth the sorrow...
As i sit here thinking about every hurtful thing...
When i think about all those times you've pushed...
Morning rises, cheeks dried out.
Youth wasted in between the tears...
Baradah, the drying river
would you send my spine a shiver...
Awaken by dreams that burn,
Frightened by cries in the mind...
Finally she reached out for help..
Only to hear everyone be so...
Her mind is so jumbled and mixed around
The knife has her so trapped and bound...
Slicing her fresh skin
Knowing the razor always wins...