I'M SØRRØWFUL
CVLD BLVVDED
THIS IS HOW LOVE TURNS INTO HATE, THE SHARDS OF MY BROKEN HEART HAVE INCREASED TODAY, MY SPIRIT IS COMPLETELY BROKEN BUT I'M STILL HUMANE, YOU MADE ME FEEL SORROWFUL PAIN, YOU ARE TWO-FACED, IT'S A KNIFE TO MY VEINS, WRAP THOSE LIES 'ROUND MY NECK LIKE A SHOE LACE, TAKE OFF YOUR MASK AND SHOW A NEW FACE, YOUR WORDS ARE WORTHLESS, YOU DESTROYED THE TRUST FROM THE CARCASS, YOU'VE NO WORDS TO JUSTIFY, YOUR WHOLE WORLD IS A LIE I'M SØRRØWFUL, YOU RUBBED INTO MY SOUL, I'M A BLACK HOLE, I WON'T SWALLOW IT ALL, NOW THERE'S NO LOVE, ONLY SADNESS AND DEVASTATION, I'M THE ONE WHO FELL, LOVE IS POISON, BUT LONELINESS IS SALVATION, ALL THE PAIN AND SORROW I'VE ALREADY FELT YOUR WORDS ARE WORTHLESS, YOU DESTROYED THE TRUST FROM THE CARCASS I'm sorrowful that's why I want to RIP YOUR ROTTEN HEART OUT OF YOUR RIBS... A couple of torn nerves is my daily portion, This is not love, this is a distortion, I had to fence myself off for caution, CUT MY HEART LIKE A SADISTIC SURGEON, I'm not gonna lie, you only hurt me, I would like to cry, but it's a flawed sight, I only lose my eyesight when tears fill my eyes, Pain impairment, this is the foundation of my whole life... I'M SØRRØWFUL...
2021-08-31 08:00:07
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