(Beware, i wrote this in a style similar to Bring Me The Horizon's, so keep that in mind pls)
A song for the broken and the damned
Thats all i ever ask
To hear the lyrics voice the words
Running through my diseased head
They say i have a problem
That i need help
Well fuck it i feel fine
And what i need is hell
Have you ever been laughed at
By the image in the mirror
Or Have you ever sneered
At the number on the scale
Striving for perfection
You wont stop until you're there
Well let me tell you now
There's no such thing as the perfect number
It'll haunt you till you're dead
There's no saving the broken and the damned
There's no saving the broken and the damned
Dear god wake me from this nightmare
I cant take it any longer
Nothing can save me now
I'm to far gone
Have you ever wanted to end your suffering
By bringing a blade to your wrist
Or taking just one more pill
Well let me tell you now
There's no escaping this torture
It'll follow you to hell
There's no saving the broken and the damned
There's no saving the broken and the damned
I never wanna be normal
Not now that i've got a taste of something more
I'm never gonna give up my diseases
They've become a part of me
There's no song for the broken and the damned
Because there are none left
They've all made the trip down to hell
And soon i might join them
Because you cant help us
You cant save us
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoesíaThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
