Looking through this mirror as if it's a window,
What I see isn't me, because im trapped in this...
When the cold blade slides across the skin. When...
These street are crying
U wanna see pain and strife...
Full scale punch ups,
Shouting and more...
Something cold inside of me,
Something I cant feel...
Sixteen years old,
Cant take anymore...
Turn around and look,
What have you done to me...
My eyes are blacking over,
My wrists are crying red...
The silence seems unstoppable,
it rushes at you from all directions...
I see the pain in ur eyes,
I see it in the way u walk...
They say that pain fades,
But you're standing there crumbling inside...
I'm a writer
_Who can't write his emotions...