the hot tears begin to fall down your cheeks
but you can't see them in the water, now can you?
and your smile starts to fade away
but it was fake in the first place
there's a demon in your head
there's a demon in your head
"there's a gun in your bed," it said
"you're better off dead."
please don't paint the floor red
stay alive, stay alive
please don't put a bullet in your head
it's alright, it's alright
the blood begins to drip down your skin
they can't see beyond your skin, now can they?
and your eyes start to fade to grey
as you look at the pills you hope to take
there's a demon in your head
there's a demon in your head
"there's a gun in your bed," it said
"you're better off dead."
please don't paint the floor red
stay alive, stay alive
please don't put a bullet in your head
it's alright, it's alright
i know that you can barely breathe
you said, "life is killing me"
but i hope you'll be fine
stay strong, live on
like it's all alright
i sing a song to the kids
who are freaked out by the life they live
i make a ballad for the broken
because i was once one of them
there's a demon in your head
there's a demon in your head
"go kill yourself," it said
"paint the fucking floor red!"
please don't paint the floor red
i'm sorry they filled you with lies
please don't put a bullet in your head
you'll make it out alive
YOU ARE READING
Writings
PoetryAnything and everything. Most of it is bad. I wrote most of it when I was like 12 and being abused or recovering from it lol
