Broken Soul

November 23, 2015

Many say i'm faking it

But would a faker hate the life that was given to them

Would i cut if i were happy as sunshine

Why won't you believe me

I have a sadness of a broken soul

I dont see color

I see darkness

I want to see the light

But how would i see it

Without your trust

And help.

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