Tatterd and torn, the soul of your hell

I know how it is, to write through despair
to love beyond hell, even though Satan's near
to teach with no morals and to live without blood
to never experience, true crimson flood
I know how it feels to be tattered and torn
To finally be glad while all others mourn
i know the sick feeling of started depression
I've heard the sharp scream of angels learning their lesson
I know that the winds colder when you're on the run
and i know you laugh harder when you've got the gun
I know the guilt of loving too deep,
I know the torture of needing to sleep
the temptations of lust and loving a lie
how others will do wonders to live; while you strive to die
i see that torn face of pain, red and death
after the tears and the nothing thats left
I've been beaten to hell and borough back again
I know what its like to let go of a friend
i know how it feels to only get pain
then to never be happy and labeled insane
I know what its like to be tattered and torn
But nobody cares, cause everyones worn
you are so ugly, no more happy to show
the hell pit you live in, i already know