It's just so easy, for them to watch tu bleed.
tu never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while tu fall.
But secretly, tu dont mind
the way tu tumble to the ground and fall.
because tu know soon tu will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all tu 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 tu rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will golondrina you, and the fear will eat tu alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the día tu die.
Ah, the día of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes tu wish every one is your last breath, and tu pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
tu 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 tu 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 tu know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while tu crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches tu die slowly.
tu 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 tu wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, tu 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.
tu want an escape, tu atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where tu no longer breathe.
Your respuestas
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch tu bleed.
tu never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel tu fall.
But secretly, tu dont mind
the way tu tumble to the ground.
because tu know soon tu will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all tu 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 tu rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will golondrina you, and the fear will eat tu alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the día tu die.
Ah, the día of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes tu wish every one is your last breath, and tu pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
tu 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 tu 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 tu know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while tu crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches tu die slowly.
tu 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 tu wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, tu 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.
tu want an escape, tu atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where tu no longer breathe.
tu never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while tu fall.
But secretly, tu dont mind
the way tu tumble to the ground and fall.
because tu know soon tu will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all tu 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 tu rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will golondrina you, and the fear will eat tu alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the día tu die.
Ah, the día of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes tu wish every one is your last breath, and tu pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
tu 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 tu 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 tu know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while tu crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches tu die slowly.
tu 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 tu wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, tu 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.
tu want an escape, tu atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where tu no longer breathe.
Your respuestas
Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch tu bleed.
tu never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, o hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel tu fall.
But secretly, tu dont mind
the way tu tumble to the ground.
because tu know soon tu will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all tu 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 tu rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will golondrina you, and the fear will eat tu alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the día tu die.
Ah, the día of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes tu wish every one is your last breath, and tu pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
tu 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 tu 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 tu know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while tu crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches tu die slowly.
tu 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 tu wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, tu 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.
tu want an escape, tu atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where tu no longer breathe.
