EUNOINE

what do you know of me when i am a rose with its petals down and its thorns up. what could possibly crosses your mind if i am half word away from insanity and everything miserable.

i am a child with a withering heart not to be loved, but to be abandoned. and everything that went wrong on this side of earth is my fault. and the nightmares of a little child while playing in the playground.

face me like an object / slit my throat or break my neck / take my life / even if it worth a check / for who i am for all that wrecked