Deep down inside...
In the back of my heart...
Surrounded by high walls...
A glass house full of trees...
They think they can say whatever they want...
Some sarcastically say it like it's nothing..
Some other say it and mean for it to hurt..
And a few say it to just ask..
But when ever they did I keep silent...
And a piece of that glass get scratched every time ...
They don't know the pain I suffered..
When I was fine and strong I got it under control...
But they didn't see the same pain I saw... It felt like the world went pitch plank...
It's hard and suffocating to choose between the two...
To be alive or to shut people mouths ...
I wanna be alive and please only myself...
But it's means that the same particular house in my heart is now nothing but a desert full of glass ashes
XOXO
Ιυκα
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