The kids who cry at night
The kids who stay out of sight
The kids who don’t have mentality
Oh, Welcome to Reality.

The kids who talk a-lot
The kids who got a shot
The kids who never sigh
Oh wait for lifes lie.

The kids who are happy
The kids who are eating taffy
The kids who are kissed
Oh how they will be Missed.

Bright Smile
Sad Eyes
Don’t Ask
I’ll Tell Lies

“I’m fine”
“Allergies”
Tears Streaming
Forming Seas

Red Lines
Shiny Blades
Long Sleeves
Forevers Cliched

Midnight
Killer Thoughts
Curled Up
Stomach in knots

3 am
Time To Decide
You make a choice
Suicide

I am a disastrous perfection
I wonder if the angels hear me
I hear the angels
I see the light
I want the salvation
I am a disastrous perfection

I pretend to be good
I feel so wrong
I touch sin
I worry that I’m not good enough
I cry to my Lord
I am a disastrous perfection

I understand my consequence
I say forgive me
I dream of a better place
I try not to sin
I hope I’ll be saved
I am a disastrous perfection