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