F.Y.I
our very own Annette wrote this very powerful poem..don’t think that she coppied for any reason okay…her work is 100 percent original. =](this poem was from Blood Painted Roses *Part 4*)
Time can pass me by, but it can’t fast forward my pain.
My cuts have turned to wounds.
Bruises to Scars.
Strong to weak.
Alone and preparing to cut my string.
Never been loved, never felt loved.
The midst of vibrant rainbows have died into a gray, dark and smoky shelter for my feelings.
My childhood innocence robbed and sobbed till’ my blood ran.
Internally dying, externally decomposing.
My voice never heard, even when begging for mercy.
Brainwashed and disfigured, ink and paper have replaced the persons that murdered my soul, leaving only a family of music, words, and oxygen.
How to stop the bleeding?
Bullet: meet Head.
-Grace one of the Panic! Rebels
