thundering heart
dizzy head
this is just the start
of the end

I'm overwhelmed
with no one for help
I can't breathe
I can't see
I' BEGGING PLEASE
SOMEONE HELP ME

push me
break me
shove me down

the loses
the bruises
I'm used to it now

on my knees
biting my lip
trying not to
let those tears slip

damaged soul
broken body
I'm no longer whole
are you happy?

still breathing, still living
I'm not giving up so soon
keep on fighting
even if its my doom

eyes are haunted
smile is gone
the memories playing
like a broken song

I'm a monster
I'm your doom
touch me again
and I'll burry you
in the ground

can't stop crying while trying not to give up
i really wanna try to not give up
smiling all day to not face it
while dying inside to try to face it

"A perfect picture lies in a broken frame"
if this is so then,
why does everyone run after it ?

Our soul is like a building
to make the outside so flawlessly beautiful,
or in one word, perfect
the very foundation breaks

What is the point of making
what the world sees perfect
just to completely break
what belongs to you ?

from the moment you are born
people start planning your life for you
the expectations hanging heavy

Go to school, get good grades
Go to college, get good grades
Get a job, with a good salary

Buy a house
Marry to start a family
and finally settle down

Have some kids
Raise them
make them marry to start a family
and give you grandkids

Finally retire
and live the rest of your days
waiting to die

Forget your dreams , forget your wishes
just to live a life that is meaningless
I don't want to live like this