A girl, not a woman confused and torn
A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red,
A folded note on the floor,
A broken mirror,
A young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions in a tangle,
The room begins to swirl,
She was Mummy's perfect angel,
And Daddy's little girl.
I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
That the dreams in which I'm dying are the best Ive ever had.
you remind me of a song I used to love "Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." I wish I could sleep but there's a dagger in my back for everyday I've known you Sad little soul..
wake up from this nightmare and take me home.
Every decision you make is always clouded by what other people expect of you and me, its pulling me down
Tearing me down, piece by piece
and you can't see
that it's like a disease
It's killing me now, it's so hard to breathe You could slit my throat.. and with my last breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt **IF my Heart Had eyes they Would Be crying**
