Wounded from the past; now scared of letting go
A broken heart and ash burnt pictures, still won't...
I know I've been raised,
And I know I've hated you...
The world falls so hard on us,
Every day it's like being lost in a maze...
Through the thin walls,
I hear...
Your lips brush over my skin,
so sweet, sending ripples through my heart...
His voice has grown to be more and more unheard,
The phrases haven't been effortly made to me...
I have been suffering for years
My mum thinks im a ghost...
Lines are broken,
Grasses have become gray...
I am alive, yet I feel Death.
Sweet chaos runs down my cheeks...
If I'm such a mistake then why did you
have me if I was a disgrace then why did...
All it took was a look
And your cover was blown...
Father.
You speak coherent words...