Riktigt namn:
Charlie Civilstatus:
Letar
Läggning:
Osäker
Intresse:
Umgås
Bor:
Kartong
Politik:
Inte valt
Dricker:
Diverse
Musikstil:
Allt
Klädstil:
Galen
Medlem sedan:
2012-10-19
Feel broken down, my body aches
My heart it bleeds from past mistakes
Can't stop the tears, they fall like rain
The words are spinning 'round my brain
So scared and feeling so alone
The coldness fills my every bone
No food, no sleep, can't think at all
Each way I turn, another wall
This darkness haunts my very soul
My world seems dead I've lost control
The only weapon is my pen
Depression has moved in again
I smile, I laugh, I joke around
but my feelings no one has ever found
they see me everyday with a smile on my face
but when I get back to this place
I feel as if it's my own hell
as if I'm locked in a cell
the tears run down my face
I sit in my room quiet and wondering
if anyone see's the pain I feel
and how it's oh so real
another day comes as I put on my mask and hide
no one see's the pain I feel inside
I laugh and I smile
but inside I'm sad
I wish someone could see
I get back to this place I call hell
where it all began and where I fell
I take off my mask but I'm still all alone
and it kills me that no one will ever know
I wish I could be the boy
that people think they really see
I want to slit your throat and fuck the wound.
I want to push my face in and feel the swoon I want to dig inside,
find a little bit of me,
'Cause the line gets crossed when you don't come clean.
Tears fell from the sky, hate steamed down my cheek, anger, pain, kept inside.
No one to cry, but me.
Heaven above, hell below.
I looked in the mirror ugly showed.
Living in hell.
Wished I was gone flashed before your eyes,
but why did I say that when you don't even know I existed.
Left alone tears, anger, hate, what else?
Living in a nightmare.
Can't end this sleep.
The past will always remain in mind.
Living in the shadows, the glass has shattered.
If everyone felt pain and sadness like I do, that would resemble a scar.
Then who knew.
My heart was stolen from me from all the hatred that I had and have.
Starred, secrets, lies spread.
Nothing to see since I'm blind.
Nothing to feel inside since my heart was stolen from me.
If you listen closely and hear that drip-drop moan for love, who will that be.
If you can hear my voice speak up please.
Because living in the shadows is hell.
Now I know where I stand.
Starring back at the ground.
Seeing my reflection from my puddle of broken dreams.
That I've come to figure out there was a seed.
Ready to turn into a beautiful flower soon but, all it needs is love.
And when that seed is ready to get out of the shadows and into some light. You will see what you haven't been seeing It's the true me all along.
"Efter mina erfarenheter så blir rullstolsbundna ju alltid dömda, liksom de flesta dömer att de har en jättejättesvår hjärnskada, medans många, som du t.ex. bara har fysisk ju. Du är som alla andra förutom att du sitter i rullstol. Och då om man blir nekad och kränkt så kanske man inte har bra social kontakt, vilket leder till att man inte kan vara social för man inte har erfarenheter i det och då ger folk en ännu mindre chanser. Så himla orättvist. :( Liksom du har inte direkt valt att sitta i rullstol och det är inte ditt fel.
Hatar samhället, människor. Allt."