** read this poem out loud and whisper it. It...
Voices voices whisper lies...
Cut my faith and tear my dreams,
My beauties tattered at the seems...
Hatred feuled anger burning through my viens,
A hidden secret keeping me in pain...
Here I am
In a world all alone...
Emos, Emos, cut your self, cut your self. Die, Die...
She sits at home and wonders why,
As tears fall down each side of her face...
I hate being called a human
It reminds me of unfaithfulness and hatred as...
I cry at night
Cant handle the pain...
Into the broken stream, of lost and shattered...
A world that is desolate and lonely...
Cover me in dead rose petals,
For I was once that blooming rose...
This deep voice desire boiling beneath skin
A feeling so haughty, it thinks it could win...
A bruised soul
A bruised heart...