where is the girl
that surrounded herself
with words and colors
just so she can fit in
so she can understand
this "cool" world she thought it was
until she found darkness
in her innocent mind and blank pages
she found the world so cold
that the people breath ice
instead of breath nice
she sees monsters
pretending to be angels
feed you with lies and hatred
till you filled with it
she sees the sun turn
into a bright fire
that melts you into your sins
she sees the night
as the morning
she never had
cause she's too busy thinking
that she forgot to sleep
she pretends to be another
so she be accepted
because the world
taught her to hate herself
she forgot her books
she left on the shelf
because she's too busy with reality
but she is wrong
totally wrong
the world wasn't cold
but the people are
the world is just a place
full of creatures
that sins and changes
but that girl is me
i am that girl that lost in the world
i thought i'd survive instead she get lost
in another universe called "reality"
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
where is the girl
that surrounded herself
with words and colors
just so she can fit in
so she can understand
this "cool" world she thought it was
until she found darkness
in her innocent mind and blank pages
she found the world so cold
that the people breath ice
instead of breath nice
she sees monsters
pretending to be angels
feed you with lies and hatred
till you filled with it
she sees the sun turn
into a bright fire
that melts you into your sins
she sees the night
as the morning
she never had
cause she's too busy thinking
that she forgot to sleep
she pretends to be another
so she be accepted
because the world
taught her to hate herself
she forgot her books
she left on the shelf
because she's too busy with reality
but she is wrong
totally wrong
the world wasn't cold
but the people are
the world is just a place
full of creatures
that sins and changes
but that girl is me
i am that girl that lost in the world
i thought i'd survive instead she get lost
in another universe called "reality"
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