Happy, laughing, smiling,
On the inside slowly dying...
I hate the thing inside your head,
That always there when you’re lying in bed...
I looked in the mirror,
And what did I see...
As the blood spills down my arm,
My thoughts grow rash...
Tragic, is the definition of my life
I feel all the love, like an Endless pain...
This is a song I wrote, not a poem:
Verse 1...
No longer do I live in shadows
No longer do I fight...
Its Hard To Feel
What Im Feeling...
Candle skin waxed over dark veins
Aflame with fading scars...
I never once thought
That I would use a knife...
Let’s play pretend,
Let’s pretend we love each other...
If god made love
why does it hurt...