I got in a car accident and my car rolled like 10 times. I only got a scraped knee n a few bruises. People say I'm lucky; I feel like I'd have been lucky if I'd have died. I don't want to exist
Let start this all off real Let be honest with how we feel I can sit in a room with you for days It seams we are connected in so many ways I don't feel awkward or out of place I just know I want you always within my space It seams we fit together even with all our jagged parts You are after all, my jack of hearts.
Slowly rotting Slowly dieing The signs are there No one looks No one cares I reach out Get pushed away Hold my mask I'll die one day No tears will be shed No sorrow to be found When I'm finally 6 feet under ground
I find that I keep running away, but what am I running away from? I hate myself, so maybe I'm trying to run away from myself, but wherever I go, there I am! How am I to get away from what I hate most, when I am what I hate most?