No one understands what it’s like – to feel lost and lonely inside.
You wake up wishing the pain would just go away, but it stays trapped in your mind like a vigorous wave.
Scars on my skin and scars on my soul; Some scars are exterior and others are within, they all tell a story but most stay hidden.
If you knew what went through my mind, you’d think the devil was confined. These demons have tried escaping through paper and time.
The tears I’ve cried are angels from heaven, they know I’m suffering carrying this burden.
I ask that that they keep me safe and heal my broken heart, but time will tell if I’m worth it or not.
Though this girl couldn’t be sad anymore, for I became numb. Somehow that got worse and death to a fixated curse.
Painted smiles on a face, it was the perfect disguise. It’s like a master at the brush telling infinite lies.
You see the dimples show through and a laugh so contagious, but my wrists are now stained and my eyes cry insane.
Not strong enough to continue any longer, so God take my soul – for this was too much to handle.
So I’m sorry to say that the devil has won the battle…
Now the angels cry of sadness as my funeral’s at the chapel.