A Few Things About HealingMature

There were a pair of eyes staring straight from hell 

Charred and burnt lungs, but she still tries to yell 

The angels beckon with the sound of a bell 

Only to watch her suffer, not even a tear in their eyes does well 

I grip the edge of sanity barely hanging on

My happiness and smile are my best con 

Do you feel alive when i die? 

Did you cry? Or just simply sigh? 

So with my noose i say goodbye 

You'll notice the knot has a beautifully tied tie 

As the chair tips and the rope grows tighter 

Im trying so hard to not be a fighter 

Will the day ever again seem bright 

Can i ever feel better without you in my sight 

The End

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