All ive been doing around here and there, are misteries
No one can ever know me too well
As well as I wonder as a shadow
I can be right here and then be gone
As for i am here only to live a life as my own nightmare
Breathing in demons day by day
Much less to care for those who cry for me
My fading being is inevitable
for there is to much in this world for me take and bare
I do it because of the cuts and bruises ive suffered
And for the countless times i have been broken
Whenever the knife rises on me I smile
Do it! See if i survive!
As for those who see me as something bigger
I do indeed respect and apreeciate youre presence
For you, are the only ones who make me "more"
As im here rusting and breaking myself in my mind
Through each moment, through each breath
You are the ones who are big at heart and soul

As for those who have hurt me more than helped
My pathetic soul... it is a shame what you are
For only youre selves know who you really are
And to whom im speaking to

By these demons ive let myself be driven
And that... shall never change

Escrevi isto no meio do nada...

Waw...é ...um pouco ..triste...penso eu..transmite esse tipo de sentimentos...revolta, tristeza por outro lado...mas no final..um pouco de esperança...tavas inspirada:)

*inspirado

Upps!!hahah!Desculpa! É o que dá andar a saltar de página em página!, no entanto gostei na mesma do que escreveste