How can you look at me and say Im
My own family says I’m flawed
The love of my life told me he did
Kill me
Kill me

So to be depressed
I have to wear long sleeves and ey
I have to straiten my hair, and sl
Why my wrists?
Why should I dress in a way thats

Walking on a tight rope of sorrow
I see the end
Of my tunnel of darkness
But the closer i get
The farther it seems

Beasts
How do they see something so absen
This “beauty”
I see a disappointment
I see something that will never be