𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚈
I am like a rose,
A rose with many thorns,
A lady with full of flaws,
And an angel with horns.
I may look so strong,
But I am weak when I'm alone,
Everytime I feel so wrong,
I cry and let myself mourn.
Voices from my head,
Screaming so loud,
Anxiety ahead,
Suffocating and strangling me so bad.
I felt the agony,
And I wanted to escape the reality.
