bleeding to ink my feelings in a paper instead of talking, forced to accept people have nothing to me but mocking,
Dying before I get closer to live, I will not give up but, I have nothing else to give,
Do you know what these words even mean.
Can you imagine what I’ve been Through... I’m just sick, wick and broken too, If you look in my heart you’ll only find hurt, tears and nothing to hold, A vanishing reflection feeling so cold
There is no justice in the land of freedom, I don’t even know why I’m living for.. If it comes to me ,I want be here any more.. .. ... I’m tired.
