i live in my own little community
we are all crazy
we are broken
we are wounded
from the things weve been through, the things we seen.
we are ruined from the things that stick with us.
tears running down your face, when they hit the ground they seem so loud.
we are all a little insane here.
your breathing seems so loud.
from our abusive parents or the critisim we deal with everyday,
the knife that met our wrists or the drugs we got hooked on
we are bruised
we are damaged
living here i am never alone
your heart beat seems so loud.
i open my eyes and suddenly,
i don't hear your tears anymore.
i can't hear your breathing anymore?
why did your heart stop beating?
i take a look around me and finally
the reality hits me of having noone.
it's just me and these **** padded walls.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 7:47 PM UTC
i live in my own little community
we are all crazy
we are broken
we are wounded
from the things weve been through, the things we seen.
we are ruined from the things that stick with us.
tears running down your face, when they hit the ground they seem so loud.
we are all a little insane here.
your breathing seems so loud.
from our abusive parents or the critisim we deal with everyday,
the knife that met our wrists or the drugs we got hooked on
we are bruised
we are damaged
living here i am never alone
your heart beat seems so loud.
i open my eyes and suddenly,
i don't hear your tears anymore.
i can't hear your breathing anymore?
why did your heart stop beating?
i take a look around me and finally
the reality hits me of having noone.
it's just me and these **** padded walls.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara