11/12/17
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i