Sweet sixteen
The year was never so bleak
I can’t tell if the days are real
Or just some crazy fantasy
Some bad trip
I hate what I have become
Scream and shout but no words come out
Is this my last year
Can I succumb to the monster’s grip
Around my neck
My soul is tattered and torn in two
Why do you ignore my cries
Are you bored of the corpse
Is the game no longer fun
Because the corpse is going to blow away
You might never see me again
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To Write On My Heart
PuisiA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
