suffering in silence
disaster striking me with every word apologies can't help it but I really wish it could
anger wrapped inside layered skin
wounds appear at seven fold
bug me as i tear from hands unknon in a world cruel and mangled
I sense a part of me thats strangled
gasping for air
i desperatly try to ignore
the pain in my abdomen thats itensly sore its all in my head
the thing telling me to fight so instead i silence
what do i owe the pleasure of being called good when temptaions lure me at every angle When I speak i'm ashamed but i don't if i still want to keep the blame