Such a pretty girl with so much going for her.
Daylight reveals the smile on her face.
By night time, all the contentment fades away.
And she blames herself for feeling this way.
But if she’d let someone in she could rid of all the things that weigh
on her heavy heart.
Theres somebody in her life that cares enough to do whatever she asks her.
She’d throw herself into whatever it’d take. Theres no kind of pain she wouldn’t endure.
But the feelings just keep getting worse and theres no way to make it better.
Stubborn girl, she’d rather expect the most horrible things. And sit alone wearing it all on her sleeve as she sings
to herself.
All the songs that play the music of her heart.
And how each and every day she’s more broken apart.
Out where people can see, she’s perfectly fine.
Not a bruise on her heart. Not a tear in her eye.
But you see, as the sun drops below the horizon
her heart drops and every night she feels like shit again.
Everything she’s gone through, she did it alone.
There was nobody there with a comforting tone
to let her know everything will be alright.
So the broken girl sits and cries every night.
Over beytrayal, over trust
and what she misses so much.
And how terrible she feels.
She wishes she weren’t alive.
She should see herself the way I see her in my eyes.
The way she talks, the person she is today.
She shouldn’t blame herself for ever feeling this way.
But she does.
And she stays depressed and she cries.
And she puts herself down over all the lies
she’s been told.
Over the faith not bestowed upon her.
Over the faith she’s lost in her father.
I wish she wouldn’t be so down.
Doesn’t she know beautiful girls shouldn’t frown?
One day.
I think,
i hope she’ll wake up and find
that everything in life, it will all be fine.
And i’m here. Always.
If ever need be.
She’s perfect. Its okay.
One day she’ll see.
Such a pretty girl with so much going for her
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Comfort has abondoned me.
Its been a while.
I’m an insecure girl with an insincere smile.
Frowning upon everyone around me, i am in a full room alone.
You’ve removed me from your heart, i’m no longer home.
Just take a bullet and put it through my head!
I’d rather that be there instead
of the torturous thoughts that continue to haunt me.
They wont leave me alone.
They refuse to let me be.
I’m entirely to far gone for healing.
Theres is no way to rid of this feeling.
Its numb but it aches.
Its freezing but i sweat.
Its been long enough but its not over yet.
I shed tears enough to cause a flood.
Although i have not yet shed any blood.
Do not resent that its crossed my mind a time or two.
Then again, dear, so have you.
These violent ideas.
I plot them and sometimes pretend.
So that i know it will be perfect when i make everything end.
The pain and confusion.
The unsettling illusions.
When?!
WHEN do you know its enough?
I’m only human. I can only take so much.
Until i fall apart, break apart from this adrenaline rush.
A loud scream, a thud, and a sudden hush.
I’ve been broken. I’m done. I cant take any more.
Life is a battle and i’ve lost the war..
