Tear stained sheets, red and puffy… Claw marks on the walls above and… Things scattered, I threw them th… Darkness fills the room; I know I… Pain irks me.
These are real tears With reason in the water they hold The tears are held in a bottle Till the bottle holds no more They spill over the surface
Don’t call me a loser Don’t call me a winner Don’t call me white Don’t call me black Call me what I am.
Darkness; fills the soul It reaches down your throat and gr… It ties your happiness around your… Darkness wants us to feel hurt. Darkness; grows into the brightest…
Sleepy and sore Paranoid and torn Am I scared? Angry and shaky Wobbly and achy
Everyday is the same routine.. Although nothing ever feels serene… The bullied and the victimized alw… With our music playing deep down i… To tell them to lose the past ad m…
Grampy’s guns are very treasured t… They hang on the wall, above the b… Mounted on the wall the hang, just… The weapons that he loves so much,… Grampy’s guns are rusted and old
I look at you and see A butterfly with damaged wings Try and try and try to fly But you can’t; You make me sigh Butterfly butterfly; Broken wings
Promises broken Hearts are torn Old times are forgotten Misguided, wrong turns You said you’d come home
Can you? See me? The pixels On your screen My voice that
Fear is the thing that holds us ba… It’s like a sheet of plastic cover… Suffocating you but making you wat… It drives us to the brink of insan… Waiting for a moment of strength,…
Her fake smile; faded and disregar… I wonder why she always has to be… Her fake smile; washed away and so… She isn’t the mother I know anymo… Her fake smile; I wish she could…
I dream of sheep I dream of light I dare to shake the inactive night Day is coming Oh so fast,
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