Please give me it back!!!!!!

The Sad and Ugly Truth



Pain… I’m not talking about physical pain; I’m talking about emotional and upsetting pain. It’s not something आप can just shrug off your shoulders and carry on with. आप don’t usually get over it in a whistle. It takes time… time आप don’t always have. आप want a holiday alone where आप can be alone and cry. आप just have complications such as school, work, children and family… all things आप have to handle. I often envy Death. Death feels no pain; I’d rather be Death than have to stare him in the face. Emotional pain isn’t something आप can get rid...

Long ago,
Just like a hearse,
You died to get in again,
We are, so far from you...

Burning on,
Just like a match,
You strike to incinerate the LIVES,
Of everyone आप KNEW,

And what's the worst आप take?
From every दिल आप BREAK?
And like a blade आप stain,
We'll I've been HOLDING ON, tonight,

What's the WORST thing I COULD SAY?
Things are BETTER if I STAY,
So long, and Goodnight,
So long, and Goodnight...

Came a time,
When every starfall,
Brought the tears again,
We are the EVERY HURT आप SOLD,

And what's the worst आप take?
From every दिल आप BREAK?
And like a blade आप stain,
We'll I've been HOLDING ON, tonight,...

Screaming.
She listens as it echos through her ears, consuming her every sound.
Blocking out reality, her nightmares some to life.
She fights back the screams with the screams of her wrists.
She silences the echoing with the echo of her blood drip.

r a z o r b एल a d e s

Reality is her nightmare, her dreams are her peace.
haunted द्वारा blocked memories of her mind, she sleeps away time.
Till दिन break her terrors come alive,
she'll walk in reality but wish to die.

r a z o r b एल a d e s


Alone, she counts the endless गुलाबी marks on her skin;
all created द्वारा knives, fire, razors, and pin.
Every night she asks her...