I stay between the cursed worlds
And every face around looks so gross
My mouth bleed, I can not say a word
A wounded heart was teared apart and lost.
A stay alone in hateful place
And every detail here makes me cry
I had a childish dreams with naive gaze
But now everything I want to die.
I am so young but I’m not beautiful enough
And nobody will love me till the end of time
I used to it. But why my face is still so rough?
I want to leave that way and find another line.
How can I be so weak and so pathetic?
Such detestable silly nebbish fool
Walk on the sharpest pieces of the glass is my aesthetic
And all my efforts are reduced to null.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
I stay between the cursed worlds
And every face around looks so gross
My mouth bleed, I can not say a word
A wounded heart was teared apart and lost.
A stay alone in hateful place
And every detail here makes me cry
I had a childish dreams with naive gaze
But now everything I want to die.
I am so young but I’m not beautiful enough
And nobody will love me till the end of time
I used to it. But why my face is still so rough?
I want to leave that way and find another line.
How can I be so weak and so pathetic?
Such detestable silly nebbish fool
Walk on the sharpest pieces of the glass is my aesthetic
And all my efforts are reduced to null.
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