Hurtful words,from my enemies,
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
//
YOU sit on a throne of royal judgement,
Telling me what to do,
Boy, do you realise,
The pain you put me through.
Your verdict says
I was not good enough,
Your words were dripped with poison,
That spread in me like a wildfire.
Should I be apologising,
For being different,
For having ravaged battle scars,
And stitches on my heart.
Or because I could not offer you,
A girl with a mask.
BUT Babe, let me tell you,
Under those masks
Lie crying, shattered hearts.
Oh Boy,
You don't know what I had done,
Destroying me so you couldn't.
But your words are the
venomous arrows,
Still shooting past my thick skin.
Boy, you sure taught me,
That to be alive,
You gotta kill the mind,
So that's what I did,
When I handed you my heart,
And you crushed it in your palms,
Letting tears of blood
Spill out of my broken heart,
And so killing the thoughts of
Y o u.
Now Boy,
It's your time to sit and hear,
This is my verdict for you,
All said and done,
Made me braver
Now I have no fear,
Of any demon like you.
Oh boy you thought you were powerful,
So go ahead and shoot me with your words,
And cut me with your eyes,
Or kill me with your ignorance,
To my silly cries,
But baby,like air,
I'll rise high.
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Unspoken Tales
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