she was just a little girl
never thought how cruel is world
and her thoughts so dark
floating destroying her mind
tearin' her from inaide
windering why she's alive
it all fell that desire
of burning brighter
took all over her
building a war
a bloody escape
but it was too late
she built her canvasses...
painting on them a mess
such a pretty rosy color
turning dark it never matterd
you would call her a sociopath...
but for her it was fucking art .
the way it poured down her arms
calming her thinking it'll end the wars
the ruthless words that concored her body
in her mind she was an artist it was artsy
but apperently it was bad it was madness
to think that a stupid cut will cure sadness
"no one cares" she whispers harsly
as the waterfall paints gently
her face the broken girls
she knew it'll be worse
one day she won't hold it in
and let the pain mend her and win
will anybody save her from the agony
or just let her cry, die so lonely?
she hates herself so would it matter
if the bath turns a shade redder
all her nightmares all the weeping
disappearing along with her being
if they save her would it change anything
or would she still feel so guitlty to eat
to make people love her be worried bout her
to hurt them if they truly love her and care ?
everyone will be better of, more food space air
cause she was only a fat worthless waste
it all fades away along with her sanity
now mosnters she's starting hallucinating
she knows she's insane they can't be real
but for her they're such a big deal
but they all wanna hurt her murder her
are those delusions imitating her demons ?
it's going to break her
tear her end her
and if you love her you should pray
she won't let her demons take her away....
