Deep wounds Beginnin' of writin' the 18th of May The end of the writin' of the 21th of May
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Wounds hurt the same, What's moral, What physically, In any case, it hurts like a knife In the heart, And after that, everything was bleeding, Depression, as one of the circles of hell, I always feel! I always feel! How someone wants to kill me, Every night I fucking see one picture, It's as if someone inflicts deep wounds with an empty smile, And there and the nail inserts, Hahh... My wound... Why does she hurt so much? Death Blow, I look at that shit, And think "What that fuck?", This is disgustin', yeah I don't care about that shit, yeah But it hurts like hell, ahhh... Neck hurts, yeah, I've seen more than "two fucks", Bitch, fuck, painfully... Fuck heart, My heart is bleedin', Fuck that shit, My wounds don't heal, I feel them still, Are these pains real? No, haha... It is a lie, It's impossible to endure this pain, Everything will be bad... How much can I beat Your head on the board? This shit really hurts... I'll go drink to the bar, I'm not far from a heart attack, No turning back, There's already a crack In the heart, I go ahead n' come back, yea hah... Stick this knife right in the kidney, I bleed 5 times a day, Belief in everyone in me is gone, Let 'em just shut their mouth, They do not know the price... Of my liver, Let 'em just suffocate in the river, I know for sure, none of them can dive, They'll not be able to save their lives, Even when they are in a cave... Hahh... Wounds tear me from the inside, Wounds tear me from the inside, Wounds tear me from the inside, Wounds tear me from the inside Wounds tear me from the inside, WOUNDS TEAR ME FROM THE INSIDE... Haha... Moral pain is a bitch, huh Headache like death, yeah Bursting from hallucinations, It seems the direction went the wrong way, Now I don't even want to try... To stay... Stay alive, And stay not dead, I always think Of one thing, How rude are still alive? They are all trash, I have no words, They're just little pieces of shit, They are simply soulless, They deserve nothing, They deserve nothing... Well, Hahahaha... Wounds are all deep, huh I will never cry, I won't try To find a common language With the bastards, I won't even go forward To them, I don't even wanna see them.. I don't even wanna see them...
2019-06-23 19:10:19
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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