Not a mark of my transgressions......
The tears dry, the heart stops......
Where's the evidence of my hell,
Scorch marks?
Nothing but loneliness is my companion;
dreary hate, and buckets of tears.
No knight in any armor can save this
demon in a dress/ this filthy ugly person.
Torn to pieces by the strife
of desire of suicide.....
But what do I know I'm just a
dramatic, no one know the pains
a single breathe can bring.
The haunting memories on
replay.... that bring tears of
acid, but I'm just an exaggerating
teenager with scars on her arm and wrist,
but that means nothing.
Open your eyes...
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Still trying to express my feelings
Please tell me what you think
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Darkness was a weird way of winning
I feel your pain.
No one listens.
They judge you before listen to what you have to say.
Trust me,I've been down that road.
I let da darkness takeover a few years ago.
It made me who I am today...
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