It’s a lie

I have a hand full of razorblades and a pocket full of hate. I’m giving it all away, I’m leaving it all behind. For I’m not really here and I’m not really there, the things I thought I knew were in my mind.

This I think is truely alone.

Almost everything is a lie and your feelings are controled.It makes you want to lay down and cry

but it’s just to strong.

By Drakcoo

Im 16