3moG1rl

I am the person who everyone jests, I am depressed, seen as a pest. Everyday I have to face my acceptance, Between thousand of mortals, I have no importance… The pain inside feels so bizarre, Smiles are endless miles far. As I cut more and more Adored by the bloody gore… That happiness I had, shed by a single tear, Knowing that Sadness will soon be near. And this will repeat again tomorrow, Another Day, Filled with eternal sorrow… Can’t you hear me crying in despair? No one’s around… and non aware…