#depressed teen
How broken does my smile have to be before it starts to kill me?
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She Painted a Lovely Picture
She painted a lovely picture
But there’s a shocking twist
Her brush was a razor
Her canvas, her wrist
She painted a lovely picture
In the color blood red
Using her paint brush
She finally ends up dead
Her picture’s fading
Slowly on her arm
Her heart isn’t pumping
She can no longer do harm
She painted a lovely picture
And here’s the shocking twist
Her mind was the razor
Het heart was her wrist
Coming home to an empty room, sleeping on an empty bed, crying over your empty heart
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We’re all broken teens looking for an exit in this maze we’re trapped in
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¿¿I ɯɐ oɥM
Ḧ̸̻͙͖̖̩͖̭͇́́̕ë̵̬́͂͊͑̈́͐̆̕͝l̸̡̗̖͓͓͓͓͇̪͙̾͝ṕ̴̛̣͇̳̗͓͖͇̀̇̈́̋͋̍ ̶̛̩͚̭̾̏̌͐̆̚m̵̫̀͗̀̔͂̂̓͝Ȩ̸̨̙̫͈͓̖̠̪͐̆͛͘
It’s drowning my voice…
I’m a useless fuck to you aren’t I
All those moments where I could’ve gone away, why in the world have I chosen to stay? ….because I’m afraid of being forgotten…
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Who am I?
Don’t look at me…not like this
The blade is a drug and I’m the addict
What a fucking lie. You’re a fucking liar how could you do me like this man. I thought you meant that but i guess i was dumb to believe you :)
You play with my loose screws
Ever just had a really good day and you get home and thought “today was a good day” then suddenly the sadness hits you and your head just plays a flashback of every sad memory you have and you just drown in the sadess and forget why you felt happy for once in the entire year.
You don’t even remember me, don’t you?
