My eyes are filled with major insecurities
I never thought that this was who I was meant to be
Through all the abuse, damage and pain that I went through
Who knew that this was where I'd end up to be

No longer being that joyful girl that opened her heart to everyone around her
No longer carrying that smile for a mile which would help someone in need somewhere out there

She became a sad little prisoner
In her own world
Shutting everything and everyone out because she was afraid to love again
to accept all that was her
because of all that she went through

She became me and I became her
a girl sitted down, broken and less full of emotions I might add...

When you see me bear in mind that I'm no longer who I used to be
but rather I'm someone minding my own because the world has shown me it
and that has changed who I am forever more

My new identity lies within my tears

I feel trapped inside my mind, and my body.
As if it does not belong to me, it is not mine.
I am stuck in a human body, filled with dreams, hopes and desires.
All kinds, hopes filled with happiness, dreams that turn to dust without being touched, and sinful and twisted desires that seem they will never be brought to this humans reality.

I feel like I'm throwing up invisible flowers,
Hanahaki Disease.

But because they're invisible to others and possibly even me,
I do not know if it was truly there or to be.
I'm infected with my depressing and constantly moving and changing thoughts, do I need drugs to fix my brain?

I want everything to stop this growing disease, this infection that has leaked into my brain and corrupting my thoughts.

Purity is a lie.
Sin is truth.
Life is meant to be on the edge.
Death is a sweet embrace we should take.
Falling from my bed, I feel like I want to go deeper into the ocean under our human world, and drown in the true reality, and to no longer suffocate from breathing in the waves of falsification.

I wish to see, the real me.
What everyone else sees to be me,
but I do not even know myself?
I wish to be seduced into something true and beautiful,
I wish to not be fed lies that the world persist to be the truth.

I wish to go to my salvation.
*I'm A Sick Girl.

What good is living in a castle
when it's made of glass?
I'm alone inside,
I chase ghosts and memories.
I look out at the kingdom
So free and pure
Yet in here any stone thrown
My castle tumbles down.

That's what it feels like in my skin
My castle made of glass is my heart
I see everyone happy and full
Yet everyone sees right through me
I'm so fragile,
No one dares to enter
So I sit alone and empty.

I want you to notice when I'm not around.
Would it take for me to **** myself
Or to scream till you can't hear sound?
I'm lost,
inching closer to the edge of the abyss,
where insanity lingers,
escaping this crisis.
My loyatly to love has been betrayed
Emotions set aside,
feelings have been frayed.
Torched agony
With sinful tears
These winged serpents carry me though life
Alone I'll be for many years.

In the shadow
There she lies
Waiting for superman to save her life
But she doesn't want be saved
Thinking she owes her life to
He, who abuses her
He, who just uses her
He, who claims to love her
But treats her like an object
She's not strong enough to be on her own
But a choice has to be made
Die under his rule
Or seek freedom from her oppressor ?