

Losing MyselfTrying to find the right moment to open my eyes There is a book that I hold all my secrets and lies I look into the mirror and ask myself who do I see The tears of a broken girl, is staring back at meLosing Myself
Theres a wall that blocks you from the world outside Colorful flowers and green grass is over the hillside But you're trapped in a space that you can't escape Its a room with no doors no matter what the shape
Skipping meals becomes a trend that won't leave So many things are different in the way I perceive And suddenly it feels you're all alone in your room Everythin


ScissorsShe lies in her room looking at the ceiling, She looks at her wrist, The cuts are finally healing. She glances at the pills sitting on the stand, She thinks about dumping some in her hand. She looks at the scissors laying on the desk, And wonders if anyone would notice if she sliced her neck. Shes in so much pain, She thinks no one cares, She wonders why her life is so unfair. She steps off the bed and walks toward the desk, As she grabs the scissors her eyes turn wet. She slices her wrist for what seems like the hundredth time, Since no one will even notice to herScissors


Bloody AngelCut wristsBloody Angel
Broken bones Bloody skin Fading moans
Dimming soul Bleeding heart Torchard mind Falling apart
Blinding eyes Shattered screams Fading voices Broken dreams
bruised body Raining blood Tears falling Unbearable flood
Bloody Angel Doesn't know what to do This angel is me Now who are you?
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