It's just so easy, for them to watch toi bleed.
toi never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedom, ou hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts while toi fall.
But secretly, toi dont mind
the way toi tumble to the ground and fall.
because toi know soon toi will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all toi need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as toi rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will avaler, hirondelle you, and the fear will eat toi alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the jour toi die.
Ah, the jour of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes toi wish every one is your last breath, and toi pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
toi just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So toi remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones toi know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while toi crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches toi die slowly.
toi can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what toi wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, toi feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
toi want an escape, toi atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where toi no longer breathe.
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Broken Poem
3 It's just so easy, for them to watch toi bleed.
toi never expected them to care, so its a feeling of mystery.
Whether you're thankful for the freedm, ou hate that they don't care at all,
It's all a Lost deep feeling, and it almost hurts whiel toi fall.
But secretly, toi dont mind
the way toi tumble to the ground.
because toi know soon toi will hit,
and the end will be waiting to be found.
But until then, the sharp will be there. The blade will be all toi need.
It's not like anyone else is there for you, so your fears and regrets are left to bleed.
Rip apart your feeling of pure imperfection, as toi rip apart your skin.
Let the blood wash away your ugly, even though it's yours forever, deep within.
The pain will avaler, hirondelle you, and the fear will eat toi alive.
But maybe that's just how life is, until the jour toi die.
Ah, the jour of your own death, the way it haunts your every move.
Makes toi wish every one is your last breath, and toi pray that it come soon.
It's an end to it all, your only escape.
toi just feel so fat and worthless, it seems like your only fate.
You've tried to bring it closer, take your own life away,
But just like everythign else in life, your reputation in failure was there to stay.
So toi remain in this world, feeling all alone.
very invisable, no real happy place to go.
You'll cut away your mistakes, bleed for the ones toi know hate you.
You'll admiror the burns and scarrs, and hate the monster that's become you.
And while toi crumble, breaking so harshly,
No one ever cares, just watches toi die slowly.
toi can breathe and dream of a world where beauty's your own,
To be like the perfect, thin people, with real smiles crawling deep in there soul.
but lifes no dream, it's a painful reality,
And no matter what toi wish, some just suffer through tragedy.
The reality is, toi feel so ugly and worthless,
no cares, and your forever loveless.
There seems like no point in living, when even breathing sends hurt.
Want to end the pain, and say good bye to the world.
toi want an escape, toi atleast deserve the peace.
Like a forever slumber, where toi no longer breathe.