They think that things will change,
That the clock will run back,
That the scars will close up,
That the mind will be repaired.
But it can't.
This will keep dripping,
forever,
and ever.
It will never stop.
Because the world
has made me,
Because the world
has broken me.
So all I have to thank
is the world
that did this to me.
The world ,
filled with cheaters,
with deceivers,
with people filled with hate and despair,
and still
still,
they ask why I cry.
Why I hate the world,
Why I keep trying so desperately to leave it.
They don't see the pain,
they don't see the sorrow,
the misery,
make it stop
the torture,
make it stop!
can't take anymore
can't hear another word
can't let the world see my soul
my battered soul
my tortured soul
So look one last time,
at this tattered bit of me,
at the only pieces left,
and say that I am okay,
say that everything will be alright.
Then watch as I finally fall,
to a place where your lies will not be heard,
to a place that is not broken and dark,
to a place where I really will be okay,
to a place where I will stay,
forever and ever.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Based
Cerita PendekEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
