私たちの脳は私たちの刑務所です または私たちの宮殿
私たちの心は私たちの呪いです または私たちの治療法
私たちの目は私たちの嘘です ...
Life is crap with a hint of violets, Head still haunted with grief, I’m silent Cruel words...
Their arms are thinner and lighter than ours Their necks can be snapped as easily as flowers´...
Would they cry for me, I wonder And praise me like a saint At my funeral, small and quaint...
He said the air was acrid.. and when would they come? there's broken breath and debris.....
I turn Im running The shadows are everywhere Right Left Behind and...
Cold Its breath Like fingers Crawling Up the walls Up the walls ...
Like a wasteland, my existence Has become barren, and dry The only show of life Is...
None can see her light, for scars None can pull her out the dark None can sooth those...
The Creaking of stairs creates displeasure, Standing on the precipe looking me in the eye, ...
Our brain is our prison or our palace
Our heart is our curse or our cure
Our...
Ever since mine boyhood I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely...
What do you do when you’re not anything enough?
Not good enough, not pretty enough, not successful...
Remember when I always smiled And laughed so hard that I cried But, now when you see it...
T'was dark n dreary on that eve, the lightning caught my eye, a wild thing about the weather pertaining to...
I have been terribly cruel to my body Maybe because I’ve learnt from others Children imitate...
