sad days

[HARD-LIFE]

Such a beautiful Feeling

Inside is masked the true feelings the true her

outside is a happy beautiful young woman with a perfect life

Inside she is sad and depressed lonely at most and it's killing her..

inside her heart is crying out when all her face will do is laugh

inside her mind is going crazy from all the pain

and she still convinces herself that all she ever thinks about happy things when in reality, it's always...

death

blood

blades

sadness

water

not breathing

dying

crying

breaking down from all the pain

and one night she finally realises what her life has come to

and she realises she is already dead so what is it worth...putting her body through anymore pain

and as she looks down she sees the pills in her hand

the tears falling from her eyes

covering her cheeks

and then she looks over at the table...

a glass, a glass of water that she can't bear to touch

the pills are suddenly flying across the room

the water is on the floor

the glass is lying at foot of the wall...broken

she's suddenly picking up the peices that represent her life

she grabs the big one, sharp and yet so beautiful in her eyes

and she tries to run she tries so hard to hide from it all

and comes to window open and water pouring in

such a beautiful moment in her eyes, yet so painful

she climbs out and finds herself in the middle of all the falling water and suddenly there is this stabbing feeling in her heart and this painful feeling in her leg

she looks down at this wet runny puddle of blood beneath her

she is soaked in blood in rain in tears in sorrows in emotion

and suddenly it all goes black...and she never has to live the nightmare again, she is finally at peace

lying dead in a pool of her own blood

such a beatuiful feeling

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she's alone at night she cries and all she wants to do is die it's hard not to let go when she really loves him so it's tough to live like this it's hard to leave the cuts so rough it drives her insane, all of this pain and it sends her mind spinning to know evil is winning blade on wrist she's so pissed she can't look back she gives it a wack nobody knew what she went through they'll never get it why she did it she sliced through her pain with a blade covered in salty rain her tears now run dry, ghosts can't cry

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he'll never be good enough for me

i'm way too lame

but what i'll never see

is how his he feels the same

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~She's pushing that blade down on her skin ready to commit and evil sin

~A broken mirror a bleeding fist a silver blade against my wrist

~No one can make my mascara run like you do

with death in mind, i'm in love with you