It's just so easy, for them to watch bạn bleed.
bạn never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, hoặc hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Mất tích deep feeling, and it almost hurts while bạn fall.
But secretly, bạn dont mind
the way bạn tumble to the ground and fall.
because bạn know soon bạn will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all bạn need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as bạn rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will nuốt, nhạn you, and the fear will eat bạn alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the ngày bạn die.
Ah, the ngày of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes bạn wish every one is your last breath, and bạn pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
bạn just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So bạn remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones bạn know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while bạn crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches bạn die slowly.
bạn can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what bạn wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, bạn feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
bạn want an escape, bạn atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where bạn no longer breathe.
Your các câu trả lời
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch bạn bleed.
bạn never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, hoặc hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Mất tích deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel bạn fall.
But secretly, bạn dont mind
the way bạn tumble to the ground.
because bạn know soon bạn will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all bạn need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as bạn rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will nuốt, nhạn you, and the fear will eat bạn alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the ngày bạn die.
Ah, the ngày of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes bạn wish every one is your last breath, and bạn pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
bạn just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So bạn remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones bạn know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while bạn crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches bạn die slowly.
bạn can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what bạn wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, bạn feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
bạn want an escape, bạn atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where bạn no longer breathe.
bạn never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, hoặc hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Mất tích deep feeling, and it almost hurts while bạn fall.
But secretly, bạn dont mind
the way bạn tumble to the ground and fall.
because bạn know soon bạn will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all bạn need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as bạn rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will nuốt, nhạn you, and the fear will eat bạn alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the ngày bạn die.
Ah, the ngày of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes bạn wish every one is your last breath, and bạn pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
bạn just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So bạn remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones bạn know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while bạn crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches bạn die slowly.
bạn can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what bạn wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, bạn feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
bạn want an escape, bạn atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where bạn no longer breathe.
Your các câu trả lời
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch bạn bleed.
bạn never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, hoặc hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Mất tích deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel bạn fall.
But secretly, bạn dont mind
the way bạn tumble to the ground.
because bạn know soon bạn will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all bạn need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as bạn rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will nuốt, nhạn you, and the fear will eat bạn alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the ngày bạn die.
Ah, the ngày of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes bạn wish every one is your last breath, and bạn pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
bạn just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So bạn remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones bạn know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while bạn crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches bạn die slowly.
bạn can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what bạn wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, bạn feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
bạn want an escape, bạn atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where bạn no longer breathe.