If i ever get hit by a car Thank the man behind the wheel Because he took me away From a place i didn't want to be And if i ever get shot Tell the man behind the trigger That he just did What i was always Scared to do
I can see you're in pain. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it behind your smile. I can see it on your body. the red parallel lines the black and blue bruises They told you: "destroy what destroys you" That's exactly what you did. You hated yourself so you destroyed yourself because you knew you deserved it.
People always ask me "who are you?" I am the girl who doesn't eat. I am the girl who is dead inside. I am the girl who cries every night. I am the girl who always thinks about suicide. I am the girl who has a fake smile. I am the girl who doesn't want to live. I am the girl who always says "i'm okay". I am the girl who cuts herself. But you don't care, do you?
Some songs are powerful. Because they mean something important to you. Or remind you of something good or bad. Because they tell a story wich you can tell too.
My skin is like a garden. I keep digging up the dirt. Just to see my red roses grow. And then hide them under my shirt. I don't show my flowers to anyone. The beauty is only for me. In other peoples eyes, They're just some ugly weed. I don't like to dig up my garden. The ground will never be healed. My roses are filled with darkness. And no one knows how I feel.
I'm the ugly sister, I'm the horrible daughter, I'm not even the second choice, I'm the "leftover", I'm not the clever one, I'm not the skinny one, I'm the talentless one, I'm the "why are you even here"
As days grew older, so did my heart. As the leaves changed color, so did my skin. As trees died, so did my soul. The one difference is Days will be warm again, Leeves will be green. Trees will come alive. But I will stay this way. My heart will stay cold. Skin will stay pale. Soul will stay dead. As everyone changes back to summer, I'll be fall. Without the beauty.
A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror and a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl. She was mommy's perfect angel and daddy's little girl.
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Over mijzelf
Ik ben V., en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Hope.
Ik ben een vrouw en woon in (België) en mijn beroep is .
Ik ben geboren op 25/05/1998 en ben nu dus 27 jaar jong.
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