You tell me that you love me, but how could you love a shell?
My words are made of Heaven
But my mind is made of Hell
You tell me that it's alright, everything will be okay
These thoughts are a dark cloud
There is no sunny day
You cry when you see my scars, you beg, you ask me, why?
Oh my dear, don't you know?
I want, I need to die
The starving's not enough, the hate can't make me cry
The only thing that's left for me
Is to bleed, to bleed it dry
So darling, oh my darling dear, don't sit and ask me why
This is my last, this life's my past
These words are my goodbye
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
There Is A Hell.
Thơ Ca(No, this has nothing to do with Bring Me The Horizon) This is not a story. This is a collection of poems and thoughts (some by me, and some gathered by various sources) about depression, sadness, etc. Warning: contains mentions of self-harm, sui...
