I can see past your facade.
Looking into your eyes I see the real you, the person you long to be.
You yearn to release yourself of the label society as branded into your otherwise flawless skin but you cannot.
Or at least, you think you cannot.
And so you jump to end things.
You listen to death's sweet lullaby as it coos you to an endless sleep.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
I can see past your facade.
Looking into your eyes I see the real you, the person you long to be.
You yearn to release yourself of the label society as branded into your otherwise flawless skin but you cannot.
Or at least, you think you cannot.
And so you jump to end things.
You listen to death's sweet lullaby as it coos you to an endless sleep.
