Of the silence in this mind Life once taken isn’t sacred Staring at a mirror with one’s self, half-naked After learning to accept the pain, there’s was nothing to escape it One could make it better than fate ever did
Can’t understand what one was doing; just escaping Jailing one’s self with their own personal hate and Hiding away from the mental wardens that one stayed with Discarding one’s self to remember that one had a very hand in The destruction to the very world one was contained within
One believed it’s right, so the argument is always “*******- go fix your life before you act like you’re a **** God.” It’s a long way from accepting all the blade does But it never fails and the lines eventually fade off
Could be a saint and come to one’s defense Or shut the **** up and watch from the ******* fence Worn this mask so long, one tends to forget to fake it Disillusioned to one’s self and all the things that make it
More lines to breathe across the skin appear soon A novella of pain with no words to read through Handling a smile like accessory to hide instability Always showing through, but truly just a shell of ‘me’ Despite the calm you see Through laughs and jeers One still feels lost and uncontrolled Everything warm when one’s heart turned cold
No chance to correct it, just craving an exit Took the knife last night, now the demons are rested Took the chance last night, now dried and decrepit Relapsed again tonight, and one’s mind is repressive Wrote about a horrid time, and now it’s all depressive
Happy stars and pussycats, unicorns and other ****.