angry at the worldshes angry at the world for making her who she was she was mad about all the things she could of done she didnt think it would come to this crying as she took the blade to her wristangry at the world
realityim not who you think i am im not who youve seen in reality im cold but then realitys mean i wish i was different in almost every way but i act like nothings wrong and force a smile all day inside i frown to the darkness i fear outside im tough but inside i tear .........if only you could hearreality
when will it endmy eyes are so sore from all my sleepless nights and my body so weak from all of my emotional fightswhen will it end
tears on my cheeks and never dying pain and engraved on my wrists are countless blood stains
my hearts tried to beat so many times before but it collapsed long ago in one of my many wars
my eyes are dreary and while closing them tightly i hope the dont open and awaken the pain within me
my wings are tied so i cant fly away from here my breaths have become short gasps of horrid fear
the words i speak mean little to anyone
i feel so small so many lives could of saved me from my depressive fall
my
day of my destructioni look at you you look at me two faces are one but how can this be you want me to die but what did i do i didnt surrender my mind to you you want control but i hate you more youre eyeing the knife and i wonder what for but i know the answer and ill kill you first not out of defense though out of blood thirst i want to see your lifeless body on the floor this urge for death growing more and more you grab the knife and i take it from you your eyes open wide and mine do too you change your mind death isnt the way i think youre wrong and here you will lay taking yday of my destruction
