maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing

He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life

it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart

i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken