YOU GUYS ACTUALLY READ MY CRAP
Wow XD
Well hope you enjoy number four of my art books!
Cover was drawn by yours truly!
SKIP TO LATER CHAPTERS FOR ACTUALLY OK ART
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
My heart's been broken Along with my SOUL You've taken my life out to bowl Put my passion in a cupboard As if I'm worth no more than a gourd Drowning myself in the music of emptiness Really when I'm just a mess Ghosts haunt my mind While the devil takes control from behind Chained up Rejected by the programmer Faking it under my suit of armor Will I ever be fucking okay In the meantime I'll keep them at bay Telling them everything will be fine But nothing inside the mind Will ever be fine
A vent song I'm working on I guess.
There's that farmiliar pain in my chest like I've been shot by a bullet. But this time the pain is everywhere. Everything is broken. I'm broken. And things that are broken can be glued, but there's always the crack which eventually breaks through the seal and breaks you all over again. And the second time nobody ever bothers to use glue.
Words hurt. They kill. The one scentence that breaks you and never ever leaves your mind. Echoing like bells. Forever.
It was nobody on Wattpad, just to make that clear.
I love you all. It's the secrets. The hopes and dreams. I always dreamed to make a living in music. I never cared if I was the least popular artist in the world. I even picked up the guitar because of it. I just wanted to inspire people. Art just doesn't have the same effect...... At least for me. I've always been a little bit anxious. I hate posting chapters like this.
In conclusion someone said something to me....
And now nobody cares enough to glue me back together again
