• There's hate turning to pain
    going through my icy cold veins.
    Silent screaming comming from my soul
    lets people know
    how broken and destoried I really am inside.
    My soul and heart are like a broken vace,
    that was left to rot because they aren't beautiful or has enough grace.
    Everytime someone hurt me a piece came tummbling off.
    Small.
    Medium.
    Large it doesn't matter.
    There's no more left, nothing to feel.
    I feel nothing kind anymore.
    It's like my heart and soul disappeared
    causing a huge black spot that's always sore to apperear.
    All my anger and hate is turning to pain
    that loves to go through my now icy veins.