To think of what I had
sometimes makes me sad...
Trust me. I hate myself.
Chop my head off and throw it on a shelf...
Ohh man , i,v known your reason
well , since the first time you stepped on my door...
Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality...
2014-08-20 05:54 AM
All alone again...
It's been a while since we last talked,
But don't worry, because I'm fine...
Patches of darkness
linger upon an old country...
Behind my tears there is anger
Behind a brave face there are lies...
When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...
Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...
Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...
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My mirror mocks my image daily...