Broken Hearts, Pricking Thorns, Tearful Eyes Crushing, Stabbing, Drowning

IF IT HELPS DO YOU WANT ME ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPEN SO YOU CAN CONTINUE TORTURING ME

I've had many friends but they all seem to vanished I don't know why, but I feel like I've been punished

I am not beautiful I get told on a daily basis

I've always had this dream In fact a nightmare

People fly like birds Trying to find their destiny

Arms stained red Scars marking my skin

The voices in my head, telling me to back down