They see me sinking and look the other way. I wonder, would they notice if I took my life today.
This picture perfect mask I've been trying to live behind has gotten so withered and worn over time.
I know that I shouldn't love this sensation, because it's been constant annihilation. Did I mention it made me become some sort of an abomination?
If you look at my life especially my past, I've always been known as the black sheep, the outcast. Once my eyes were glassed, my life began moving fast.
There's something amiss deep inside of my brain, it leads me to believe I can never abstain. Not with this poison inside of my vein, a darkness that continues to reign.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
They see me sinking and look the other way. I wonder, would they notice if I took my life today.
This picture perfect mask I've been trying to live behind has gotten so withered and worn over time.
I know that I shouldn't love this sensation, because it's been constant annihilation. Did I mention it made me become some sort of an abomination?
If you look at my life especially my past, I've always been known as the black sheep, the outcast. Once my eyes were glassed, my life began moving fast.
There's something amiss deep inside of my brain, it leads me to believe I can never abstain. Not with this poison inside of my vein, a darkness that continues to reign.
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