Wrapped in barbwire.
Sowed up in thorns.
My cuts are vissible.
and im scornd.
I feel like shit.
and no ones there.
im alone like always.
and no one cares.
I sit alone.
And listen to bitching.
why do i have to take this when im venting.
torments my home.
Darkness my slave.
No one can save me in my dying day.
the world fucked up.
And i blame them.
Why cant we all just shut up an asend.
this place is worse then hell i think.
but what the hell is in store for us i will never know.
Call me emo i dont give a shit.
just take the dagger and take your hit.
walk on me like the rest of them do.
But in the end you will see the truth.
No matter what happnes i will always be there.
Spit on me,beat me i dont care.
I will never turn away even tho im shattered.
My hearts easyly broken but thats another matter.
you see im to kind and dont turn away.
even if your an ass i will be there to say hey.
I can be a friend even to envy.
hell Wrath is my friend he sits with me.
I know the sins they are close to me.
So why cant we all just awake from this fucked up dream.
My hearts encased in the barbwire tight.
Sowed back from being broken with rose thorns each night.
Its now unbreakable even if you hurt me.
in the end you will see.
Emos care more then you know.
So why dont you just sit back and enjoy the show.
Barbwire and roses......
~the Unbroken soul~
