the truth hurts

She never felt welcome
The glances only felt like hate-filled stares
She was hurting inside
But no one took the time to help her heal
Only said hello then forgot she existed
No one knew her painful past
And no one tried to find out
She just walked along, her eyes filled with tears
Yet nobody seemed to care
All her teen years, she was alone
So the night before graduation
She stopped the hurting
Only after that did her peers find out
That she was raped and pregnant

the best song ever -THE FINAL

The intention is clear, I stare… with this left hand, unable to be worded
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live…
And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
the final
One by one it multiplies… why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart… I can’t go back
A self-tortured loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as flowers of vanity
So I can’t live
What’s lost can’t be born again
A song that’s not even seeking the proof of living
Let’s put an end… the final
Let’s blood flowers of attempted suicide...