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A smile on my lips Still scars on my hips I can now see the light I won the fight I killed my own demons I fought against my depression The feeling makes me feel alive But back in august I tried to take my life I didn't believe in a change But now I have given life a second chance

I had a moment of realization The darkness had consumed me I didn't even notice That I had become the monsters That lured in my mind I knew that I could either Raise my head Fight back Find the light Or else Because of the mental pain And the darkness There was no longer any meaning To keep breathing No meaning to keep fighting Or to live my life

Yet I am drunk Alone in the night I need to talk Talk to someone about the chaos inside I know that But I can't I need to be strong And asking for help Is like giving up And giving up is a weakness So I drink instead To forget all the feelings To almost be okay Just for a night That's all that matters No one could handle my sadness I know that Because even I can't handle it But I'm just one person My problems don't mean shit There's so many more So, so many more with a mind full of chaos Because of that why should I care about mine? And I try my best everyday To gather enough strength To be happy around those I love I try my hardest to be po

People saves memories in different forms Taking pictures is one of those But this one girl does it with a twist With a razorblade on her wrist With the blade she creates art of scars For everytime someone breaks her heart

I seem strong and bold Yet inside I feel weak and old With a big smile on my lips And fading scars on my hips Big green sparkling eyes With the feeling of being dead inside Watch me as I fall apart Maybe I wasn't that strong after all

It feels like The world is crashing down Somehow I stand still As I fall deeper Nothing around me have moved Yet I am the one Who fell to the floor A pain in my chest As I try to catch my breath I was fine for a minute ago Now it feels like I'm dying I can't concentrate I can't calm down Tears roll down my cheek As I realize I have lost it I have lost my battle against myself

Jag flydde från min fångenskap Utan galler och stängsel Jag flydde fyra väggar Som jag en gång kallade hem De jag älskade mest Var odömda brotsmän Kärleken som fanns Var likvärd utan existens Leenderna på deras läppar Var sprickor i betongväggen Maten som vi fick Var dammet i hörnen Tryggheten dem gav Var en kallhjärtad lögn Det vi kallade familj Var ett sorgset skådespel