Crossout

Self hatred manifests so quietly Her constant spinning brain is hell that none can see She injures tender skin and finds a dark content Visible pain to tell what words cannot express In sudden frantic she resists her mute disguise Healing is as vital as blood to her dying mind Left in a vacuum, misunderstood again Clawing her throat, no words, this is her end Whoa Broken and cold she lets the darkness take control Shards of her shattered life press heavy on her soul Each day she wonders if it's the last she'll ever see She's already buried how bad can the real thing be In sudden frantic she resists her mute disguise Healing is as vital as blood to her dying mind Left in a vacuum, misunderstood again Clawing her throat, no words, this is her end Self hatred manifests so quietly Salvation manifests so quietly