I don't suppose anyone can explain to her why, as she contemplates death she gets Bible bashed and banished to Hell?
Has anyone ever noticed the way she crosses her arms across her body like she's guarding herself ?
Next time stop and notice how she's desperate for a hug because she drowns in a lot of self loathe and sadness.
Look into her eyes and see how she beats herself up over things she cannot change,
Brands herself the father-less girl and seeks her absent father's love in men who leave her broken, sad and deflowered,
Wears a black veil of mourning over her heart and worships Sadness as a way of life.
She gets drawn to the aisle that hold razor blades at the supermarket to try carve the pain out her body...
Judgement must be racing in your mind
But praise Her
for she dared confront the monster called Self Criticism in its purest form:
Suicide
Should she let go? or hold on once again?
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
I don't suppose anyone can explain to her why, as she contemplates death she gets Bible bashed and banished to Hell?
Has anyone ever noticed the way she crosses her arms across her body like she's guarding herself ?
Next time stop and notice how she's desperate for a hug because she drowns in a lot of self loathe and sadness.
Look into her eyes and see how she beats herself up over things she cannot change,
Brands herself the father-less girl and seeks her absent father's love in men who leave her broken, sad and deflowered,
Wears a black veil of mourning over her heart and worships Sadness as a way of life.
She gets drawn to the aisle that hold razor blades at the supermarket to try carve the pain out her body...
Judgement must be racing in your mind
But praise Her
for she dared confront the monster called Self Criticism in its purest form:
Suicide
Should she let go? or hold on once again?
#my bad piece. Just needed to let the emotions out.
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