insane-broken-angel

Tomorrow the thought once held so much hope. Now the day is filled with with the wish of rope. Tomorrow is the day that once meant my new chance. Tomorrow was once a day with so much to see. But tomorrow is just a word, Tomorrow is an empty promise. Tomorrow is a broken heart and a note by my bed. The words of you'll be fine,And if it will pass. Your words will break;shattered like tiny shards of glass. One day my blood will spill more then a few drops. One day the chair will be kicked out, with so much force that it will fly. One day my cup will be filled with a poison, that will make me pure as freshly fallen snow. As I swallow my throat w

Maybe it was the words it could've been the glares, Maybe even the pitiful stares. Maybe it was all the passing laughter she always seemed to hear. Maybe it was you that caused us all to be here. Either way something is to blame Something caused this child to end it right here she didn't choose the snake like rope, or even the sinners blade. she didn't choose the pills to come to her aid . she chose the one that hurt the most the one that caused us all to know. she grew her wings right up there, when she began to yearn for the air. that building that she used to fear is where she made her final stand. She feared no more she shouted ou