Brokencyde

Lacuna...

Trapped inside of his head

He can never look back at the word that she said

Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death

And the stress is a task to the things that she left

And everyday it's his feeling that drive him schitzofrentic

Only thinking of killing, not anyone else but himself

And that's the why that she left him

Pacing back and forth in his head answering questions

Pain, the only thing he has left is his pain

His feelings inside have never felt insane

Until the blood drips from his veins

All can feel his pain

And I can see you now, you don't love me now

I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me

And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end

But it kills me knowing that you could take away this pain

Now reading the letter last minute she cared for him

But he deserved way better, said fuck it

Pulled out the knife and started to slice

All feelings of being sad were lost when he stopped his life

And he can feel it again

His suicide effected everyone by killing his friends

Memories of past memories made him insane

And made him do the things he regretted at the end of the day