Dont Think It Has One

i can feel you dirtting my soul fingers drawen across me im screaming in pain how come no one hears me closing my eyes the tears come pouring out and all i can do if freaking scream you will never know what it is like to be me every day is so exusting drowing in my own filth some how grown accustom look at this disaster a painted picture of me lacking all emotion i strugle to be and fall to my knees nothing can fix me dont want your pitty slashing away at my own skin to carve out a place some thing i am proud of realizing to late thers is beauty in destruction