Severing bonds with
Sais and knifes,
Made from ores of envy..
With just baised inception...
Everything is in constant motion;
Yet stays intact, glued to emotions.
Relentlessly relying on flow of comotions,
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Can never stop being bitter.
Overwhelming pain, it's in vein
All over my brain.
I am a perfect picture with a broken frame
And I know who to blame.