B.roken P.eices

There’s a sickness within me that I hate to let anyone see they won’t understand and judge what isn’t true but a fake persona wearing my skin consuming my chances to be loved leaving self worth dissolving away killing my happiness loss of manic beginning to slope darkness surrounding me until I can’t see for no reason at all this depression is killing me

SOMEONE HELP ME nothing but sorrow SOME BODY PLEASE why am i hollow I wanna be complete IM SORRY IM BROKEN

Impulsive words sharp like daggers thrown at the one closest to me not to intentionally hurt being closer than most they are my comfort making me feel worthy of love and affection even when I’m lost in my own head fighting through the dark they are my light

Back to a manic with all my heart and affection clinging to them tightly and hope they understand

SOMEONE HELP ME nothing but sorrow SOME BODY PLEASE why am i hollow I wanna be complete IM SORRY IM BROKEN

With a broken mind and open chest I cry out for a savior to come and save me. With a hand full of band aids picking up fractured pieces of my mind just to feel shattered and torn apart by a sickness producing within taking my will to live

Are they strong enough or will they leave me taking it personally because they don’t understand judgement dictated to be labeled as toxic throwing blame taking everything I hate about myself and throwing it in my face all my attempts of romance and affection overlooked and meaningless because of there ignorance screaming it’s a excuse from persuasion

Of a judgmental guidance

If they understood would it be different could they see it wasn’t me but a version of me that I hate I keep can they understand I am dealing with a sickness that takes my mind and twist it around shutting me down and killing ambition from depression

SOMEONE HELP ME nothing but sorrow SOME BODY PLEASE why am i hollow I wanna be complete IM SORRY IM BROKEN

With a broken mind and open chest I cry out for a savior to come and save me. With a hand full of band aids picking up fractured pieces of my mind just to feel shattered and torn apart by a sickness producing within taking my will to live

I never intently hurt you when my daggers for words came out of impulse I died inside lost in a dark room locked in my mind I was unable to amend my lashes I was open about this I was honest with you I told you if it got to be to much let me know but please don’t tip toe and I would medicate to spare your heartache

With a handful of bandaids I medicate to spare you heartbreak for you I gave in to what I hate