empty shells
noisy bells
depression in my own personal hell
devils collecting my kisses, but I wouldn’t dare kiss and tell
my friends eating my flesh so I can become a pretty red rose
my shame breezing into my heart making sure it stays froze
like a bird with a broken wing
I am scared to fly thinking of the cuts it can bring

I have sharpened blades hidden in my jours but I haven’t used them yet
I bought stacks of acid but none are used yet
there’s a rope tied to the ceiling but I haven’t hung myself yet

secrets that won’t let me live simply
can’t tell anyone even the ones I love dearly
my prayers that only get lost in letters
my cries that turns bloodier
this poison only gets worse day by day
as I wake up each morning telling everyone I’m okay