Thoughts swarming through my head
Possible solutions ending up death
Words unspoken trashing my brain
Leaving nothing, ruining the frame
All sort of desires burning deep
So this night again I didn’t got to sleep
For I’m not afraid of pain anymore
Because it heels the pieces that got tore
And I’m not afraid of the scars
For they are much more beautiful as the stars
And I’m not afraid of the end
Only the bruises left by my friends
But because of my own screaming
For I hope one day you’ll see
That past the pretty image, this is the real me..
Because on I was beautiful
Before I took anger out on myself
And this what is left of my
Is just a little, odd shell