The rumors people started,
The ones made to hurt,
Made by the fainthearted,
Thinking we wont burst,
The small cuts in my wrist,
Are only small cracks in my life,
Waiting to explode,
like a blood cist,
Ready to burst.
These all relate,
Rumors start the cracks,
Cracks are cuts,u just need to await,
For those cowards to see
The damage they bait,
When they see us there lying still
In our little wooden home,
Deep down where only on top our grave stones roam
Hey people this is just one for those people that have
rumors started bout them that are untrue
but they are able to make us feel so low!
