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I have no clue what I was doing or thinking when i wrote this.


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.