the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices

If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?

How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it