Whats going
to keep me alive?

Do you feel
anything?

Everyone i
know is trying
to smooth it
over.

To Make The
Pain Go.

The pain keeps
my mother alive
in my heart.

Terrified of the
dark, ripped the
this chapter of
my life.

But its not gone yet

The pain keeps us
alive, someday i will.

The sun is blinding
my heart from seeing
my mothers true
nature.

I'm safe up high,
my insides are
sober but not my
heart.

The silence
scares me
because it
screams the
truth.

The night
softly complains
to me.

I lay at night
and cry.

My hospital
scars raise
over me like
a curse.

They make me
sick and i try
to find the me
i want to
find.

Broken down
i try to find
a friend.

My world spins
like a ferris
wheel.

Why do i only feel silence?

Am I perfection Or Just Broken?

I cut myself in pieces
when
my heart is broken.

Ive been
mistreated,
mistaken
always
second
guessed
as a no
one

Underrated
unseen,
unperfected

I'm mean
when i talk
about myself
as nothing.

Am I wrong?

Will my voices
change in my
head?

Filled with
hatred my
demons haunt
me like beauty.

Why do i change
who i'm am?

I feel like I'm
nothing not
even fu*king
perfect.

My soul is the one that needs surgery.

They say
perfection is
only a word,
are they
right?

In The end how could
i understand.

I miss my mother
but i'm not her
own perfection
of the perfect
daughter.

It's my sister.

Only color
matters
my mother.

I wish i was
numb

As i feel
tears fall
down

I feel young
and broken
but I'm not
perfection

Blood fills
these keys
with painful
tears of the
memories
of my
mother.

These
hospital
scars

Erased
my
perfection

Whats
worse
my
disease?
Or my
scars?


In the
end i'm
not even
fu*king
perfection.