We paint our skin
Making ourselves new
Hiding what we are
From your point of view
But our art isn't wanted
And neither are we
Not what we are
Or what we wanted to be
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
Our art
We paint our skin
Making ourselves new
Hiding what we are
From your point of view
But our art isn't wanted
And neither are we
Not what we are
Or what we wanted to be
