And I feel tired, empty and hollow, heart-broken inside And I feel this life has nothing for me anymore. And I feel revived, sacred and honoured, one of the kind And I feel this life is something I was chosen for. Through the Shadows, by Insomnium
Danii Johnson
32 / Female / Fuckin the Whores, United States
Bisexual / Single & Looking
Member since:
Sep 21, 2010
Last online:
Sep 21, 2010
How bad do I have to hurt,
Before they finally see?
See the damage that's in my mind,
The damage that has been done.
It's locked up inside my heart,
Deep down and locked away.
Clawing at the bars to get out,
Roaring and churning inside.
So hard to keep it locked away,
So hard to keep it hidden.
I just want to scream at the world,
To finally let it free.
It's eating a way outside,
A way outside my heart.
It's clawing its way through the bars,
The bars that lock it away.
No longer the bars are stubborn,
No longer the bars resist.
They're weakening under the weight,
The weight of my own dispair.
How much do I have to hurt,
Before they finally see?
The damage that's building inside,
Building a way out of me.
