A broken heart, a broken home, hidden secrets no one knows, Scared to death, Afraid to live, afraid to die, who knows where, my broken soul will go when im gone. Who will care?Will anyones hearts be broken when i go?Will any one know? will anyone care? Will anyone really cry? A broken bottle will cut you a broken heart will bleed and hurt A broken bone will hurt then heal a broken soul will drift along alone. No one will ever get close to me i won't let them i won't trust them a permanent broken heart presently resides in me prevents me if your heart gets broken you'll get issues
where you can't trust or love. Suicidal thoughts ran through my head like visions of sugar plums dancing in kids heads. I hate lots of things people say i have no heart im not really happy its just a really good convincing mask. Very anti conformity im just an individual whos laying broken on the floor screaming broken words with no one to hear me. An emptiness inside nothingness to fill it drowning me eating me from the inside out and destroying me consuming me my demons consume me and haunt me they don't want to leave me and im still here lying here broken on the floor screaming my broken words at the broken people who will never hear me lost in there broken little worlds.
