i waited until i couldn't anymore
i cried until it stained my bed sheet
i purge until there's nothing to throw up
i cut until the wound stopped hurting
i smile until im alone in my room
the thing is
we all have limits
but what are limits
when the cycle keeps
going on and on?
one day this acts will shed
to show the real skin behind all these coverings
one day you wouldn't recognize me
because im too dull to undertsand
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
i waited until i couldn't anymore
i cried until it stained my bed sheet
i purge until there's nothing to throw up
i cut until the wound stopped hurting
i smile until im alone in my room
the thing is
we all have limits
but what are limits
when the cycle keeps
going on and on?
one day this acts will shed
to show the real skin behind all these coverings
one day you wouldn't recognize me
because im too dull to undertsand
