Once again I thank God that I'm the villain
When I was good no one cared how I was feeling
Went from love
Now I've gone straight to killing
Used to be happy
Now I'm dead with no feeling
VOUS LISEZ
Hidden Pride
PoésieYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Numb
Once again I thank God that I'm the villain
When I was good no one cared how I was feeling
Went from love
Now I've gone straight to killing
Used to be happy
Now I'm dead with no feeling