Devoured Pretty Little Girl
I want to shoot my head
It feels like its bruised
Idk if a brain or skull can be bruised
But it feels like it is
I think, maybe its my mental
Mentally bruised
What should I do?
I hate to remember things i always want to bury
I dont wanna see them
Its like im watching a movie, but the movie is my own memories
Its painful
To remember the feelings and feel the feelings you want to ignore
I want it to stop!
I hate the feeling like i have nobody to rely on
Not when i grew up
Not when im growing up
Im tired to breath
Is it possible?
Im tired of want to tell somebody about my story
My heart hurts
Its hard just trying to survive
I dont want to breathe anymore
Everytime i try, it feels like im inhaling poisonous gas
It scratches my lungs
And i have nobody to tell if it hurts me
Cause i know nobody cares
Even if there is one, they can do nothing
Its hard to live
And its hard to stay
Its painful trying to survive
Its more than torturous to just trying
Its like im drowning
Deep
Deep
Deep
To the deep end
Its dark
The water suffocates me when i cry, screaming for help
But no one is there
No one sees me
And no one hears me
Im alone
In the pitch dark
Its painful to just trying to survive
Maybe i should stop trying
Trying just makes everyting more torturous
Maybe i should just let the water and the dark devour me
And then, i think
The pain will stop
My swollen body will float
My story will be seen
They'll hear about the news of my lungs, full of water
They'll know how suffered in life
They'll know the marks on my hands
They'll know the reason i have natural eyeliner they call pretty
They'll know the reason for my multiple lids
But we are on the last page of the book
And every story has an ends.